Tightly bound in his robes, the old man trudged through the dark, snowy trail. The sunlight was long gone, so his only guide were the lights ahead of him. It was never good to be late, but it wasn't his fault that Solympia was so far away from Norcloh.
At the end of the trail was a small town situated at the base of a long, snow-covered slope that reached up to a plateau. A ski lift stretched the entire length of the slope like a spine connecting the plateau with the town. The old man could just make it out in the lamp lights running up the slope.
And beyond the plateau, towering over everything around it, was a great snowcapped mountain: the highest peak in all of Norcloh, as he was told.
The cabin he was looking for was now within walking distance. He could see the light of a fire inside, and as he got closer he could make out the muffled sounds of people conversing.
The old man knocked three times with his shaking knuckles. The muffled sounds instantly ceased, replaced by the rhythmic tapping of footsteps coming to answer.
Next time, we should meet somewhere warmer, the old man decided. I'm sure Bora wouldn't mind a change of scenery.
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PokéTube Adventures: Cardinal
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