Arven was sitting under a tree outside of Mesagoza. He was reading a book. It looked like a book about legendary and mythical pokemon. A field study, to be exact. He was also sitting on a small wad of papers as if to ensure they didn't get blown away. His Mabosstiff was sleeping beside him. It was the afternoon, and some Meowth were around the area. Arven was a bit bothered by the wind, because it ruined his hair and got in the way of reading sometimes, so his hair was tied up, uneven and messy.