[Game Thread] Pokerole: Mount Coronet Mystery

[Dragonstrike]

Spoiler

"*Firmly nods* Alright, will do mam. Hopefully I won't need to have my partners mash their noggin against the frost 'n snow covered earth to get your friend to calm and cool off once we pin them down, but if U-turns out like that....*Shrugs* "

The dwarven craftsman again raises an eyebrow at her uncannily Insightful read on him but says nothing, yet he had plenty to think about it.

 'How in Charizard Blazes did she figure out THAT about me? Did this house pick that info up about me somehow and feed it to her somehow, or is there more to this woman than meets me Keen Eyes? *Mental Grumbles* Knowing my recent run of 'luck' m probably both or for other reasons I can't fathom. *Mental Snort* Bah, it hardly matters. I ain't interested nor have a reason in figuring out this place's or crone's secrets, and so long as both be hospitable and homely that'll remain the case.'

When she proffers a Spell Tag to him, though, the elderly lady gets a double Encore of raised eyebrows, and her vague comment and polite cackle fiercely renews his interest in her. For a moment he nearly forgone all pretenses and started grilling her about who or what she is and why she's being so bloody damn mysterious.

He valiantly resists the urge, however, almost but not quite biting back a grumpy *Sigh* as he takes the Spell Tag and nods to the old lady. Though Ran would love to have those answers, he doubts the woman would be so forthcoming with them given her recent behavior (just like a certain old ruins caretaker), and if she was it'd probably raise even more questions and ultimately waste both their time, something of which neither has much in abundance currently. 

"*Sighs* ....If ya haven't been so nice and honest with me so far, I'd be quite inclined to say you're acting suspicious as a Growlite 'round an upturn and empty cookie jar. *Snorts* Probably wouldn't mind nor care if I did, so I suppose it hardly matters.

His tenuously good mood is bolstered when she brings up that peculiar Wingull gliding around the area, grabbing tightly at his interest and bringing a bonifide smile to his bearded face.

"You don't say, huh? *Chuckles* Have been looking for a choice member of that species of Pokemon for ages now, and by the sound of it they definitely fit the bill. Well, I'll certainly keep my eyes peels for that odd birdie too, so thank ya for telling me about them mam. "

Ran then grunts and frowns, transitioning sharply right back into professional seriousness.

"Believe it's high time for me to find ya friend, so if ya can tell me where I should start for them in the not so mild and merry snowfields outside, I'll be off to find and sort them out in a jiffy. Otherwise, it'll take who knows how long for either of us to stumble into each other, and the less the less time I have to treck through the miserable cold out there looking for them, the better."

When he leaves the house to do so, he'll summon Amethyst + Stymph and have them assist him, via the former using their Future Sight, doom sense, the later's flight capability, and both's natural tracking instincts . Additionally, he also fills them in about the whole story/deal surrounding the old lady and this unruly 'friend' she wants pacified, and tells them to be on the lookout for any spooky, supernatural, or Ghostly presences while rooting around the snow for them. He strongly suspects this 'friend' of the elderly lady is some sort of Ghost of a currently indeterminable amount of risk attached to dealing with them, so he'd take precautionary measures for that possibility, just in case.

Oh, and they get orders to keep watch for any strange Wingull with stormclouds seemingly following it about, as he most assuredly wants to meet up with them to see if they have the qualities he's looking for....

"As I said, the Spell Tag will either lead you to them...or the other way around.  That being said, I do know they're not on this Route.  And if they were in Snowpoint, that much would be obvious.  Route 216 would be my best guess for where they're hiding."

The elderly lady waves as Randolph turns to leave.  "Farewell!  Don't let the chill freeze you solid now!  My friend would oh so love it if that happened, and we don't want such a fate to befall you, now, do we?  Hehehehe."

Amethyst and Stymph will both be on the lookout for sure.  Stymph finds it a little difficult to fly straight whenever the winds pick up, though.