PokèDruids [PkmnWattys2016]

... And Your Enemies Closer

Eros, Xerxes and Surge were sow suited in what could be summarized as the pinnacle of medieval luxury; Silk adorned a lavish turquoise cot, while vines of all sorts crawled about a room that would easily fit three Snorlax. Aside from the malicious engravings of Articuno across the trimmings of the walls, the room was comforting by all standards.

After inspecting the room and every luxurious detail twice over, Xerxes walked over to Eros and whispered at his side, "I think I know that guy in the black robes."

"Really? Who is he?" Eros was standing aside the bed, deciding whether or not to plop down in it and enjoy whatever sanctuary was granted by this prince. Eventually, his love for comfort won and he fell on the mattress, which was much stiffer than he anticipated.

Xerxes, who jumped on the bed and was now looking down upon Eros, continued, "He's a Mage called the Marquis de Magus. He's pretty powerful and all. He disintegrated one of the humanity stones with some kind of spell, and I think he can teleport, too. He's also got a damn pretty staff that looks like it'd be worth taking, if you had that in mind."

"Language, Xerxes!"

"Point is, he's dangerous and wants us dead. We shouldn't stay here longer than we have to."

"I don't think you're wrong, but there's a lot going on here. I can feel it." Eros ran his eyes across the room, then up and down Xerxes. "Something ain't right."

Surge, who was rubbing himself into a shag carpet, spoke up and said, "Damn straight. And do they have some sort of Articuno fetish or something? I though they hated Pokemon."

"Surge! Language!"

"I mean, that just doesn't make sense. You think that they have some kind of history with Articuno?"

"Hm. Hmmm. Maybe. I'm more concerned about why that guy just gave us this room and stuff. This is all pretty weird."

The three, having unintentionally prepared themselves for the awkward silence, lounged about the room for what seemed to be an hour. The smell of salt-ridden food and various bitter wines flooded the hall and crept into the suite, which was less than tempting for the trio who had just swallowed more salt water than they'd prefer.

Then, with deeper intent than to break the ice, Surge leapt onto the bed and whispered to Eros, "I have a kind of stupid question."

Eros raised one eyebrow in questions, responding, "What it it?"

"Well... Hank is going to be a Druid soon, right?"

"Well, there's a bit more to it than that, but yeah."

"Will it be, like, weird between us? Because, like, you're a Druid and stuff..."

"Oh, if you're asking about between me and Sicily, we're cool. I mean, we have some pretty odd adventures and stuff, but it's not weird. I think. I mean, it isn't like Hank is going to be any crazier than you've ever seen him. I guess."

"What do ya mean?"

"Like, when Hank does drugs and stuff. ... He does drugs, right?"

"HANK DOES DRUGS?"

"Wait, does he only sell them?"

"AND HE SELLS DRUGS?!"

Eros rolled his eyes, falling even deeper into the firm mattress. This did not stop Surge from interrogating him, though.

"So... Will I ever go crazy and attack Hank or something ever?"

"I dunno. I'm not a fortune teller."