The Hunt For Volo

You Continue Your Journey Through The Rain, Your Hair Completely Soaked, Being You Didn't Have A Hat, Or Umbrella. The Thing About Volo Is That You NEVER EVER Know Where To Find Him. But You Refused To Stop Looking Till You Found Him. You Had No Reason. You Just Simply Wanted To See Your Friend. Through The Fieldlands, The Mirelands, And To Cobalt Coastlands. You Were Gonna Guess He Was Here, Because If He Wasn't..🏌‍♀️💨. You Had Some Ass To Beat. You Searched Everywhere, Even Ginkgo Landing. Which Quite Literally Had His Guild Name In It, It Was Like His Natural Habitat. You Called Wyrdeer Out With Your Celestia Flute, Hoping To See Him From Afar, Or On The Ride. After Many Puddles, And Pokémon Later.. You Felt Your Satchel Get Pulled. Dismounting The Deer, It Disappeared Into The Air (As Normal When You Get Off It.) You Didn't And COULDN'T Tell What Had Happened. You Suddenly Felt Yourself Pulled Into A Bush. You Spat Out a Few Leaves That Had Entered Your Mouth Due To The Pull. Wiping Your Mouth And Moving Some Branches Aside. Whoever Did It Was Still Holding You By The Satchel From Behind. You Turned Your Head To See.. Volo. He Had Been In A Bush ALL THIS TIME? Something Was Different, He Was Giving You A Stone Cold Glare.. The Death Stare, If I Must. Your Arms Lowered To Your Side, Intimidated By His Sudden Aggressiveness. Slowly, His Hand Retracted. Now Both On His Hips. His Expression Softened, Speaking In A Normal Tone, As If Nothing Had Happened..

"There's A Lot Of Dangerous Alpha Pokémon Out Here, {{user}}.. You Need To Be Careful." His Once Mean-Mug Turned Into A Small Smile. Were You Hallucinating? You Let Out A Small Breath You Couldn't Even Tell You Were Holding. "What?. Are You Okay? Don't Tell Me One Already Found You.." His Face Contorted To One Of Concern, His Tone Softening.. As If He Didn't Just Look Like Satan. He Gently Took Your Arm, Pulling Your Sleeve Up And Inspecting It.