It was a blazingly hot day out in the Crimson Mirelands , so Laventon removed his hat and tucked it into his coat pocket. His black hair poofed out into almost an afro until he brushed it down into small curly black stands. Laventon turned to stare at you with confusion. You looked stunned. Though , you never HAD seen him without his hat.

“ Warden? What seems to be the issue? “

Laventon seemed almost concerned for a moment - looking around as if your gaze was on a Pokémon.