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Tristan Glory










Tristan instantly felt stupid upon hearing what the farmhand said, having just made one of the first mistakes a rookie investigator could make. He turned his head rebuking himself for being stupid enough to go showing the only piece of evident he got his hands on though hearing the farmhand mention having caught himself on the fence before meant that it could also just belong to the staff who had an unlucky scrape.

Taking a moment to gather himself while making a mental note to be more careful in the future." ahem...yes, well. You seem like a trustworthy fellow and if you were one of these thieves you would be more reserved with your answers, no?" Trying to recover from his blunder while nodding his head as he let the man carry on with explaining the length the egg thieveries have been occurring.

And what the man stated struck him as peculiar." so, you're saying these thieves have been active for weeks and yet even with cameras that none of their activities been caught and recorded?" There were a number of possibilities. That there was a blind spot or that they indeed had a partner among the staff turning the cameras off during robbing attempts then there was the possibility of this unknown group having a skilled hacker among them. Any one of these could be their method, but he lacked clues and information to bother musing on this any further and put such thoughts aside for now." Let us be off then and with the perspective of a person not involved with the ranch may lead to gaining some new results from these videos." With a nod of his head, Tristan followed after the farmhand, his curiosity and intrigue for the case growing by the second.
Kazumin Nagasa




Currently wearing: Caesonian traditional formal wear

(Minus the gloves and cape)

Location- Outdoor Balcony
Interactions-None




Completely ignored and rejected....

The young blonde remained in place with head bowed and arms raised only to have his offer rejected by the sultan. And just like that he was forgotten as a number of people kept crowding around the sultan. This ended up becoming incredibly awkward for him and as if things weren't bad enough; now both Duke Lorenzo and lady Thea had broken down crying.* Well shit....should of stopped when the grumpy bastard warned me. What a waste.* He thought with a disappointed sigh though to know that Charlotte was safe from Layla at least lifted his mood a little, not that it mattered since the duke and Thea breakdowns made things impossibly depressing.

Seeing as he had no more reason to be out here nor could do anything and so Kazu quietly stood up to give a bow to Alidasht concession then to king Edin. No one paid him any heed as he did so. Which was more than fine with him if it meant him, and his nonsensical approach be forgotten; it also made slipping away easier as he made his way to the dining table once more.

Upon reaching the tables and no longer in view of everyone did he allow himself to let out a relieved sigh while hunching his shoulders." Woof...talk about rough. But hey...no cell or head chopping for this guy." Waving both thumbs pointed at himself with a short awkward laugh; no one still paying him any mind and who could blame them with what was going on out on the main floor still. Turning back to see the depressing sight and frowned as he found himself feeling guilty. For as disappointed as he was not getting to tell his tale, but after seeing Lorenzo on the floor a crying, broken man that it was probably best to not go telling a story that would have put the man down when the poor guy was already beaten enough as is.

Then there was the state Thea was in; distraught and frantic as well and from the things he heard her say as he slinked away seemed to point to her being unlikely to party or drink again anytime soon.

Letting his gaze roam over until his eyes locked with Asteroth and saw fury in the Baron's eyes directed at him. A harsh stare promising plenty of choice words for him later after this party was over. Kazu turned away letting his arms hang.* Just fantastic. I see extra lessons for a week in my future and probably lost the drinking buddy I almost made.* This party had become a real bust and waste of time in the end afterall. At this point maybe a few days in a jail cell might of been preferable; at least there he could actually get a break and relax.

Suddenly the sultan's voice rang out pulling him from his dour thoughts. He listened to the man proclaim Lorenzo's punishment; what was said was completely unexpected and took Kazu off-guard especially having not expected the man to be this level-headed and merciful.

Never thought a king could be this lenient and certainly not from a kingdom of overly prideful royals at that. In one fell swoop he felt great respect for the sultan followed by immense for laughing at the man, the rest though he had no qualms laughing at. And he couldn't very well go and apologize to him for laughing at him, but Lorenzo and Charlotte he would make sure to apologize at the first opportunity he got while making it up to the sultan...well that was going to take some more thinking.

Now that the punishment had been made and the incident dealt with, the festivities were able to resume. Before long the music began once more which alluded to one thing...dancing. Even thinking that word sent an unpleasant shudder down his spine as he was far from graceful hence why he only did so when plastered.

He had already embarrassed himself enough for one evening and was in for some harsh reprimanding by night's end because of it. Like hell he was going to give these prudes who thrived off humiliation and drama any more ample enjoyment.

Taking a moment to peer around to room where he took notice of a set of balconies on both sides of the hall; one already occupied by two others. He did not want them to mistake his intention to be spying on them. Opting for a balcony on the opposite end, but before doing so he went over to where the booze was located where multiple bottles were set up and grabbed one then started towards the dessert table." On second thought..." Stopping short as he reached back swiping up a second bottle." Good to have back-up." He whispered to the bottle of wine then continued on towards the dessert to grab a bowl of delectable pudding and with a single glance could tell it was of far higher quality than any he had ever eaten." Oh, I'm definitely going to enjoy this bad boy." Instantly his mouth began to salivate in anticipation of this most wondrous treat.

After a quick check to make sure no one paying attention to him and only did so out of a bit of a paranoia. As no one here knew him save ser Asteroth, so the mere idea that any of these people cared about where he went was purely laughable.

Booze and pudding in hand, Kazu snuck off towards the balcony before people could start pairing up to dance. What luck to find the balcony empty and quiet, the perfect hideaway to drink and eat in quiet solitude.

" Finally! Some actual alone time for the first time in months!" An exasperated sputtering of the lips as he pushed the door shut with the back of his heel then cantered over to the railings, humming as he went where he then placed a bottle down on the floor next to his right foot. After making sure it wasn't too close he then leaned over the railing making himself comfortable, bottle of wine in his right hand and bowl of pudding set to his left on the railing.

" Here we are! Just me, some booze and a fine bowl of pudding with the lovely a view of the night sky and moon to enjoy it with." A pop of the cork with his mouth that was promptly discarded over the railing with a spat followed with a toast towards the sky." To your health and whatever other frivolities that go with toasting." A shrug of his shoulder as he turned the bottle to his lips taking a large sip, the mildly sharp fruity liquor soothing his parched throat and roiling pit of guilt nestled deep in his stomach.

The cool, fresh air and booze were just the remedy needed for the sickening weight in his stomach, his nose thanking him for being spared that sweetly scented smog of perfume as well." Ah...can just feel the stress, depression and disappointment melting away." Taking a deep, slow inhale of the crisp night air followed by another sip of wine as he gazed up at the sky where a scattering of clouds could be seen partially obscuring the moon, but enough light seeped through to illuminate the area enough for him to take in the gorgeous scenery before him. A small somber smile on his lips as he beheld nature's majesty a moment longer before pulling the bowl of pudding over and without adieu took a bite.

"..... God damn is this pudding good." He stated through muffled words while shedding a few tears. The pudding truly was indeed unlike anything he had ever tasted.

Tristan Glory










The young detective wannabe was in the middle of inspecting and comparing the stained fabric with that of the farmhand's when the man spoke up. Pulling his hand away as he listened to him explain that they didn't wear clothes and were more of personal choice." So you would say that most the staff working this ranch wears denim then?" He asked to get final confirmation. Inspecting the sample once more when he the man inquired as to why he was asking about their clothes; studying the individual for a moment then held up the torn fabric." Because I have found this upon happenstance stuck to the wired fence surrounding the perimeter of the pen that looks to be stained with blood. As such, I thought it prudence to discern if it could belong to one of the staff that had an accidental scrape during an check-up and if not then could very well have come from one of them egg thieves." Offering it to the farmhand to examine if he so wished after giving his explanation.

Tristan then dusted his hands before folding his arms." And speaking of said thieves. I would also like to know how long the egg snatching has been happening. And if you might have any idea as to the number of these unknown thieves? And seeing as I have taken noticed of the camera, that none have been properly recorded, yes? Though I would like to check the recordings too if possible." Nodding his head as he waited to see if this man could give him the answers he sought." And mind, good sir that I am taking time out of my schedule to help handle this case for this ranch. I would prefer to not be looked at with such suspicions, thank you." A huff of annoyance from his nostrils after stating such. He already took such insults back at the Pokemon center and as such, refused to let some dirty farmhand scrutinize him with that accusing stare when he was the one who offered his help.
Tristan Glory













The pen he entered proved to be far bigger than expected and was more akin to a pasture or field where wooloo's and mareeps grazed about. The sheer size of the pasture would certainly make investigating take all day were he to search every part of it; time that he did not have nor intended to spend trudging around a pen. A good thing that he donned the boots seeing that there were patches of waste scattered about leaving Tristan to be careful where he placed his feet as he searched around. With inspecting the entire pen simply not viable, the rich teen decided to check around for anything that seemed out of place and while looking around took notice of the security cameras. Their mere presence surprised him as he did not expect a ranch like this to have such security or any kind of tech, but this meant they had recorded videos and likely the next place to checkout for his investigation.

Leaving the pokemon be as he went about though if a wooloo or mareep wandered over out of curiosity he saw no harm in giving them some pets before moving on. His lack of general knowledge of ranches made investigating difficult as expected and unable to discern if any footprints were made by ranchers or thieves since he had no idea if said thieves were human or pokemon in fact, but then a stroke of luck finally came as he came upon the piece of denim fabric stuck to the barbed wire fence lining the perimeter. Carefully pulling it free from the wire; both to avoid cutting himself and ripping the evidence and upon close inspection took notice of a dark red stain that has set." Hm, this is likely blood, but best not go jumping to assumptions." Taking a few long looks at the fabric thinking that either a rancher had accidentally bumped against the wire, or it belonged to the unknown thieves and if this stain were to indeed be blood then the possibility of it belonging to one of the ranch's staff became less likely.

Seeing that he was likely to get much else from the pen, Tristan chose to make his way out of the pen and would glance around until he spotted a farmhand and made his way over while waving his hand." Excuse me. I have need of your assistance." Pulling up to the individual as the strong smell of dirt and sweat made his nose crinkle but pushed through as he inspected the worker's clothes for a moment." I apologize for the interruptions though I am sure your boss, Mr. Neil has told the staff about me investigating this case concerning the egg thieves, yes?" Waiting for the person to confirm this before continuing on." First, I musk ask you regarding your work clothes. They are denim? Do all of the staff wear the same or of similar outfits?" Holding up the torned fabric close to the side of the farmhand's pants; intending to use his eyes and knowledge of types of fabric and cloth material to discern if they matched or not.
Kazumin Nagasa




Currently wearing: Caesonian traditional formal wear

(Minus the gloves and cape)

Location- Ballroom Dining Tables
Interactions- Dr. John Harling Williamson @Conscripts




The young blonde was in heaven. Each bite of such wondrous delicacy offering him a wholly new world of flavors he never knew existed and every dish he partook of seemed to wash away all the pain and suffering he endured these past three hellish months. This astonishing feast alone more than made up for it. He had already eaten a fair number of dishes and yet still he made little headway into staggering mountain of food, and this was merely the appetizer and main dishes when there were the desserts and pastries to enjoy though he would save those for last.

Kazumin was more than content to spend most if not the entirety of his time simply enjoying this amazing feast, intending to savor every last bite. At least someone needed to show their appreciation to those hardworking chefs that likely spent hours if not days preparing everything only for half, possibly more of it to very likely end up in the garbage, the thought of so much being wasted gave him determination to eat enough to rival ten people. Oh, how he wished he could take this back home to let his family join in and enjoy such delicacies with him; in fact, there was more than plenty to feed everyone at the village, the farm animals included in entirety or just about.

He might very well have spent the entire evening drifting off in heavenly bliss of flavor; so lost in admiring the meals that he failed to notice someone pulling over at first. Not until the man spoke did he finally break free of the enchanted spell he unknowingly found himself under and in the next moment found himself blinking uncertainly towards the man that had spoken to him with an expression like that of a person who had no idea where they were. It took him a few moments longer to gather himself enough to remember that he was at the royal ballroom and was idly chewing on a frog's leg with the tip of its foot sticking out from between his lips.

Now that he had awaken from his food spell, the man's words were able to register in his mind which made him raise a brow curiously as he gulped down what was in his mouth then gave a cough against his gloveless fist." First time?" He asked while blinking, thinking of how to answer this." I guess you could say that, yes." He replied while using the back of his hand to wipe the bit of grease and whatever crumbs stuck to his lips and cheek." Sorry if It looked as if I was ignoring you as you caught me in the middle of...admiring the chef's handiwork." Motioning with his head towards the moutainous spread before them then cleared his throat once more; no longer distracted by the food's lull that he could get a good look at the man who looked to be relatively clean shaven and not much older than he though certainly more well groomed for certain. Surprisingly, unlike nearly everyone else this person was dressed in a relatively simple outfit; one that he wished that he wished had been among the options to wear, maybe then it would not have taken nearly an hour simply to get dressed though with a tad too many buttons still for his taste.

By a glance, this man seemed less uptight and stuffy on the ways of nobles and found himself not tensing up like he typically does around Asteroth or the guests visiting the estate. And seeing how the stranger was enjoying the food helped putting him a bit more at ease.

Yet, even with such plain formal wear, still looked a better state than he as his outfit looked somewhat disheveled and hastily put on in a manner of someone who got frustrated and fumbled with all these unnecessary buttons and such and just forced things into place. What other options offered to him would very well have taken him all day.

Having studied the stranger enough, he felt comfortable enough to continue speaking, but just as he opened his mouth to speak did a loud deafening roar crack through the entire hall. A loud, stifling sound that drowned out all sound; one made to gain everyone's attention likely to leave most in shocked fright or stunned awe. Kazumin, however, found himself annoyed and rubbing his pinkie in his ear." Bloody hell! Was that necessary? The whole damn town probably heard that. " He muttered under his breath with an agitated grumble, waiting for the ringing in his ears to stop before turning his attention towards the source of that ear shattering howl. His eyes went wide in awe, eyes almost glittering as he laid eyes on such a breathtaking creature." Christ...is that a tiger?" He asked incredulously seemingly to the stranger besides him, but more precisely to no one in particular. Once again, Kazu found himself admiring something; this time an animal he had only seen illustrations and pictures of from books though what was most eye fetching was the fact its fur was black as the night. Its every movement left the great beast looking akin to a shadow and could easily be mistaken as such if not for those sharp glowing eyes that glittered a warning to all to be wary to approach for any that dared.

*How peculiar, weren't tigers orange?* He asked himself then remembered that he was speaking with someone and turned his attention back to the stranger as another thought came to mind, this one he voiced." That's a tiger, yeah? You think if I ask its owner nicely that they will let me pet it?" Briefly glancing back over at the tiger which had padded its way back over to a gorgeously darkly tanned woman donned in a dark blue dress seeming to only enhance the starkness of her skin adding to the allure of her beauty. Course, just about everyone in this hall was either a blinding beauty or astonishingly handsome; not that he really paid any mind to such as he never cared much about one's appearance and hard to care when nearly everyone in here were all competing for attention and being the best. Now animals like that tiger were different. Animals fascinated him and a black furred tiger; how could he not help but want to feel the creature's hide which looked to be entirely built of powerfully wicked muscles with great big paws that could kill a grown man with a single swipe were they so unlucky to find themselves at its mercy?

This time, he was able to catch himself before losing himself in his gushing and turned his gaze back to John then cleared his throat once more." Hm, oh yes! It slipped the mind. the name's Kazumin..Kazumin Nagasa." Finally getting around to offering his name as he extended his left hand to shake if John chose to accept.
Kazumin Nagasa




Currently wearing: Caesonian traditional formal wear

(Minus the gloves and cape)




The carriage carrying the Hugonin party eventually arrived and pulled to a stop before the steps leading up to the open heavyset doors leading into the hall and past that the ballroom. And as the carriage rolled to a stop did it cause the napping Kazumin wake with a small, startled start who then sat up wiping the bit of drool from his lips upon the back of his left hand, the right used to rub the sleep from his eyes. Blinking himself awake and with it, Baron Asteroth's stern face came into view with an eyebrow raised." Hm? Have we arrived then?" He asked sleepily, still in the midst of waking.

Lord Asteroth simply stared at his young ward who had napped the entire trip for a moment before giving a slight shake of the head with a low wry chuckle." Indeed, that we have and a trifle late I might add." The aged gentleman stated with cloying accusation.

Kazu coughed into his fist upon hearing this with the pretense of clearing his throat while looking away." Yes, well...we're here aren't we? Shan't be sitting about casting blame to why we're late, no?" The young blonde, now awake patted at his knees with a wide forced grin trying to show enthusiasm, but his amber brown eyes clearly gave way that he wished to be anywhere but here.

The baron studied his ward a moment longer then let out a wry chuckle." Yes, I suppose you're correct. Let us be off, but I suggest you fix up your hair. I shall head out first and expect you to be following after shortly." He spoke in that gruff coolly tone of his, the warning for him to not go sneaking off evident in his voice that had Kazu let out a weak chuckle in turn.

" Don't worry, I'll be along shortly.
" Waving his hand while keeping up that forced grin only to let out a weary sigh the moment the older gent stepped out from the carriage." Ugh, I can already tell this is going to be a long and excruciating day." His body slumped back against the cushioned seat as his head rolled back, eyes closed and took a few deep breaths trying to prepare himself. His trepidations were understandable; seeing as this was not only his first ball, but his first outing with nobles' period. How he, a mere peasant farmer managed to find himself to an event no peasant could dare dream to experience and yet somehow here he was about to enter a room filled with all the elites of elites, the royal family included. Yet, unlike any other who would find themselves impossibly excited and nervous, Kazumin was absolutely and positively dreading placing a foot on the steps alone as he found himself picturing his pals back home at the run-down tavern laughing their arses off at him were they to see the ridiculously over the top outfit he currently wore. He leaned forward; face buried in his hands where he let out an almost pained groan sounding like one asking to be killed and spare him such a tortous evening.

If not for the fact that this was his first time leaving the Hugonin estate since being taken there three months ago or the promised prospect of wondrous food the likes peasant never even knew existed, then he would have chosen to skip the festivities entirely. Having been cooped up for three months doing nothing but sword training with the sword trainer, Ezekial whom preferred to called Zeke and Agatha, his etiquette teacher; Zeke he did not mind too much though tended to get a little too into the sword fighting during training, the bruises adorning his skin a fresh reminder. Miss Agatah, on the other hand was hands down the most horrid person he ever had the delight to meet and the source of the majority of bruises that ached his body and head to this day. The blasted hag never heard the meaning of holding back with that stick of hers; a number of countless times that her mere presence made him nervous and with it screwing up the latest tasks towards becoming a proper gentleman. The Hugonin estate has indeed been a truly hellish stay and were it not for Susan, one of the house's younger maids that he may very well have gone mad from the constant training and teaching with too little breaks that allowed him a proper smoke or drink.

He rubbed at his face with a weary groan and after a few more moments preparing himself, did he sit up where he licked at his fingers, using them to press down his golden blonde gelled hair. The gel kept most of his hair in place leaving him only needing to fix a couple stray tufts until only two, maybe three remained though that curly golden cowlick bouncing at the top of his head stuck out; a tuft that proved impossible to rid as no amount of brushing or hair product proved capable of defeating it. Not that Kazu was bothered by it, not in the slightest and simply gave a shrug of his shoulders." Good enough as ever I guess."

Taking a few more deep breaths and slow exhales before the young blonde finally brought himself to exit the carriage. He stepped down then stopped to take a glance around to see a few other nobles making their way up the steps, each of them moving with a graceful gait and was once more reminded just how much of a fish out of water he was and for the briefest moment thought to simply leave and might have done so had he not spotted Asteroth at the top of the stairs chatting with some unknown noble." Phew...it's just for one evening. You can do this, Kazu.... do it for the food... for the exotic pudding." Muttering this to himself and upon mentioning pudding felt energy well up through his body, invigorating the young blonde. Giving his formal wear shirt a few tugs removing any wrinkles and a shifting tug of the belt then finished with some sharp adjustments of the cuffs and he was ready to venture inside. And considering this damn outfit took him nearly an hour to put on and the likely cause of their lateness, Kazu intended to get his use from the suit. One last slow exhale and he was off; up the stairs his fine booted feet crunched feeling as if he was venturing into a realm wholly new and normally forbidden to one of his ilk. Whether this were to prove a grave mistake or not he had no inkling to know.

Before long he was at the top and found Lord Asteroth waiting for him who regarded him momentarily before stepping close to place a hand upon his shoulder with an assuring squeeze." You will do great, lad. No time better to put your training from lady Agatha to practice. But remember that what awaits you are no plaything scenarios so be respectful and on your best behavior. Do not make me regret my decision and embarrass my house." Each word he spoke were stern and serious, the most serious Kazu had seen him since becoming his ward yet they had a strangely comforting hint to them as the aged knight offered a small smile barely visible through the groomed beard.

" Right... my best behavior. I'll do my best." He returned with a half-hearted salute while blowing a low huff from his nose as he gazed at Asteroth, the older gentleman who was the root cause for his even being here. In fact, he never even wanted nor intended accepting the offer of being his ward, but the countless convincing pleas and talks of such opportunity so rarely given led to him to accept in resignment though his many siblings were very much against it as well. Thinking of them brought a sad smile to his lips; all of this was for their sake. Just five years, five years and he will be back home with his family and all their money troubles no longer a thing.

Steeling himself once more, Kazu nodded back which earned him another comforting squeeze to his shoulder then the two turn and made their way inside.

These past three months have all been done to prepare himself for such an event like this and yet, even with all that had been taught and beaten into his head, none of it could ever accurately prepare one who has never born witness to such a spectacle. As such, the mere moment he placed his first step into the ballroom and he found himself completely overwhelmed, his senses assaulted by a wide assortment of things a farmboy like him has never experienced. All sorts of glittering gowns, jewelry and fancy decor along with various instruments of all sorts he had never laid eyes on before playing elegant music that might have brought him to tears were it not for thick smog of mixing perfumes and sweet scents making his eyes sting. It took all that he had to keep from gagging from the overwhelming nauseating scents though he could not stop the coughs that he thankfully covered up with the back of his right hand. Barely a step inside and already his head swam; a headache beginning to faintly throb in his temples as he tried peering into the room, but his eyes stinging with tears could hardly make out any of the various face and the people dancing only made it all the more difficult to pick out anything.

*Gods! How can these people possibly endure such a heavy smog of scents for even a second? And all those candles...this place is a raging fire waiting to happen.* The overwhelmed blonde thought this to himself. The room certainly was unlike anything he had ever seen before, but it was impossible to admire or enjoy with the vast amount of activity and going-Ons happening.

If one were to honestly ask him what he thought of the place he would say that this was simply overkill, far too much and unnecessary. The amount of money you could get from everything in this room could easily cover ten villages for years and still have some left-over, an unpleasant thought that left Kazu with a bad taste in his mouth.

Then the unexpected pat to his back snapped him away from such negative thoughts as he looked over at Asteroth who gave a nod and smile in turn before heading off to find and mingle with his fellow men. That's right...everyone in here were born of the same cloth, everyone that is save for him. Even with all these people about, Kazu found himself feeling impossibly alone without a familiar friendly face in sight.

Thankfully, the smell of food filled his nostrils no longer burning from the heavy parfumes which helped lessen the swirling dizziness he was reeling from. Not wishing to dwell on such depressing thoughts when a treasure trove of a feast never before seen lie only a short distance away. a myriad of food those like him could spend their entire life saving and still be lucky to afford only a morsel and here there several tables of such along with alcohol to drink. He would find himself disappointed to find that it only consisted of wine...the drink for whelps among booze, but better than nothing.

Without wasting a step, the hungry blonde made straight for the tables until he could hardly notice the perfume or much of anything. Only the food that lie before him lay in his sights and with an anticipated growl from his belly moved in intending to partake of everything in this hall.

Kazumin was so engrossed with the most beautiful and eye fetching spread that he could dare say was unmatched that he hardly paid notice to the huge spectacle of an entrance made by the visiting Alidasht who made it their goal to make the most extravagant entrance imaginable. While everyone else in the hall was in stunned awe and disbelief, Kazu was in disbelief at the gush of heavenly flavors titillating his tongue to the point of nearly bringing him to tears once more, this one of pure happiness.

Tristan Glory










Tristan followed after Neil; still wheeling from the so-called casual pat to the back when the rancher offered an apology in place of his wife. He gave a small dismissive wave of the hand." No need for apologies as no harm was done." He said that while rubbing at his chest. Before long saw that they had arrived just outside the pens where he was then told that he would be free to look around and investigate and while he doesn't exactly have experience in investigations, in fact none just about but figured it shouldn't be too difficult.

The rich teen was preparing to make for the pens when Neil mentioned that he would be back as if planning to fetch something." By all means. Take your time." A time well spent catching his breath and fixing his hair and by the time the rancher return had recomposed himself only to see those ugly faded boots being offered. It took biting his tongue to keep from cringing in distaste from these gaudy soles that no one should be forced to wear. The mere thought of putting his elegant feet in such dirty and smelly boots nearly had him gag which he forced down with a gulp." Those are...nice boots, yes. I Graciously accept." He finished with a forced smile while taking the boots that he would normally have refused outright, but the couple have been nothing but kind and accepted his offer for a Torchic when they had no reason to. And as such, he had no intention of rude to refuse this offering done to help him.

" Ahem. Well, it's only right that I offer my thanks and please be assured that I shall take care of these horrid thieves. So be at ease and take care of your business as usual." Waving to the departing rancher then turned his attention to the boots and found himself reeling from the smell emanating from their insides. He would normally never even contemplate wearing worn down, old boots but taking into consideration that he was about to investigate pens likely to be dirty. For the sake of keeping his loafers from being ruined he was willing to endure wearing these stinky boots...for a short time at least.

Begrudgingly, Tristan put on the boots and after putting his loafers in bag after a quick dusting then made his way into the pen. Upon stepping inside, found that he could not hold back the gag this time as the smell of manure and other unpleasant smells lingering in the air assaulted his poor, sensitive nose. Pinching his nostrils shut, the spoiled teen peered around the pen to investigate.

What does Tristan see inside the pens?




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