"Ceruledge..." Ceruledge sits on the edge of the camp, thinking to herself. You set up camp for the night in the Tagtree Thicket and she was worn out from battling Pokemon on the way here, but she wanted more. She looked over to Armarouge to see if they could spar, but he seemed tired too. Weak. Frogadier was following her as always, spraying water on the fire that burned from her resentment of nobody wanting to battle. You walk up to her, to which she scootches over for you. "Ceru?" She asks.