[Game Thread] Pokerole: Mount Coronet Mystery

[Lord Windos]

Zorn rolls his eyes, and uses a fist to hit the palm of his other clawed hand.  Randolph, isn't an expert in these matters, but even he can understand that Zorn's trying to express something to do with toughness.

Even though Zorn has some kind of respect for Excadrill, there's clearly still an intense rivalry brewing.

Zorn also gags a little at the thought of trying to chew through that Excadrill's Steel hide.

The midget man carefully determines as much as he can what his brutish drake is trying to say to him....before smiling and letting out a short bark of laughter!

"Ha ha! So ya desire to prove yourself to them override your inclination to really sink your teeth in, eh? *Shakes head in amusement* Should've figured as much....but that ain't much of a bad thing, now is it? At least, not to me it isn't!"

He let out a few more chuckles, before continuing, a little more at ease with himself now.

"I see that your still aching to prove your superiority again to that Overgrown varment, so if ya like I can arrange some spares between you two, where you can once more once more rub their face into the dirt and show them who the better digger. *Chuckles* 'Course, they could end up turning the tables on ya in subsequent times, so best be on the tips of your claws if you don't want to be dethrone and taste dirt yourself! How's that sound?"

After awaiting to see their response, Ran brings out Zorn's Pokeball and readies to recall them.

"Alright, that's enough yammering for the both of us. Let me get ya out of the cold and give you some well earned respite, and let me get a move on to Mt. Coronet before all me digits turn blue and fall off. Me and my group are heading into it, so we'll soon feel right at home in those dark, treacherous tunnels. I'll let you out when we get there to familiarize yourself with the place, and maybe try to hunt some Pokemon with ya that you'd like and want to eat. Until then, though, just rest up. Alright? *Nods* Alright. "

With that said, the scaled subterror is put up, and the dwarven craftsman gives Brigid a handful of coal and then a hearty slap on the shell, signaling her to get a move on towards their next destination. Between that friend of that 'old lady' and the super-unnatural trouble brewing from base to summit of Coronet, he and his partners will be having their hands full for Heatran knows how long, so best they get their quick as a Thunderbolt so they can get on solving these horrible messes.