The poor Cyndaquil seemed about ready to keel over from sheer fright and embarrassment, the outlier among the crowd of the rather larger Pokemon. Everyone seemed larger and far more competent in what they intended to do that Enthan did, and that only served to widen the void he felt between himself and the others. They were gathered among the Alakazam, introducing themselves and garnering strange reactions from the Psychic. Indeed, this is not what the Great Seer intended, but what could be surprising him now? Perhaps the reality of the situation finally weighed upon him, that these characters were not champions from beyond, but individuals brought here without any knowledge of this world. Enthen didn't actually know or care about that, really. It might be selfish, sure, but he was pretty much a certified loner, never knowing how to get along with anyone. One could only wonder what life the miserable Enthen might have lived as a human that made him act like this. 

Another voice, gruff yet light and possibly concerned, spoke right in front of him. The Cyndaquil's small body squirmed in surprise before regarding the voice through its slitted eyes, and leaping back in further surprise when confronted with the frightening figure in front of him, a meek, high-pitched cry escaping his muzzle. The other Pokemon- it was a big, black dog... er, Houndour? Whatever it was, it was big and scary to the small mouse-like creature, and therefore something to hide from. Or maybe that was just him trying not to interact with anybody. Either way, it was cowardly in a rather pitiable way, how he inched away as if standing his ground from the larger Pokemon that probably didn't mean to threaten him at all. 

Before Enthen could act upon running away, the Psychic's voice wormed it's way into his mind again, and everyone else's as well, presumably. Somehow, it was a captivating sound, something that just forced him to stop and stare in wonder at this individual, the being who claimed to call itself the Great Seer very well admit that even he was by no means at all perfect. His admittance that he had unwillingly brought beings from another world across time and space here echoed in Enthen's mind, and he felt almost hypnotized. Being a loner meant that he had a lot of time to think alone, and to hear such wisdom from another seemed to spark this. Maybe this was a potential weakness for the tiny Pokemon.

But then the Seer began to regard the group directly. The Alakazam pointed slim, precise fingers towards trios of the different Pokemon in the group, and on instinct Enthen curled into a ball again when the Psychic's finger landed on him. This apparently paired him with a skull-wearing marsupial wielding both a club and a intricate, violent-red sword. Enthen didn't really like it, as much of the screaming and death was coming from that Pokemon. Or was it coming from the sword itself? Enthen couldn't tell, he didn't tend to memorize Pokemon very well at all; yet another reason of the many he felt he really shouldn't be here.

As Kulero finished, starting to talk to certain people in the group with more powerful voices (not Enthen, to his relief), the Cyndaquil regarded the Great Seer's command: Go North, through the forest- wait, which way was North? Probably where most of the forest was, if he mentioned it. Then there was a great city- oh no, big cities meant a lot of people, and Enthen clearly didn't like people, especially large crowds, and very especially considering the fact that many of such individuals in such crowds could now drastically hurt him in an instant. [i]Nope, not fun, don't wanna do it. But that Psychic really wants it, so do I have a choice anyway? Can't be much better than what home might've been like.[/i] What was home, even? Given his disposition, probably terrible. So was it an improvement to go back there and continue being a miserable loner or whatever he was doing?