"And this is... uh... the Kecleon Brothers' store! Right." Roposo gave him an odd look, and Ago knew that he wasn't doing a very good job as a tour-guide. But now that he had a few more moments to inspect the flowery, colorful shop, it definitely appeared to be the shop. "This is the main sponsor of the guilds in Treasure Town. Our team is fairly new, so we haven't really picked our sponsor... but this is most likely it." He was doing a fairly good job, right? At the very least, Roposo chuckled his way out of another coughing fit.

So far, Ago had taken them to the Dojo, the Ravenous Mightyena, and other places that were relevant to his own life nowadays. He quickly rushed through the part about their suspension, and tried the best he could to work around their team's lack of experience with dungeons. What in the world would anyone want with their recently started guild? "If you don't mind me asking," Ago started cautiously, "how did you find out about us? We're not exactly superstars."

Roposo grinned and walked towards the front stall. A small bell waited to be rung, the only way to call the brothers back to "Wow, Anatasa, look at this place!" Ago gaped, incredulous that he had been so obviously ignored. "So, Ago, does the Team Leader decide- or will decide- what you buy?"

That was a good question. "Well, I would think that Flightly knows more about provisions, and Lugum would have him do it."

"Ah. Are you fairly independent from your Team Leader? Does she go on the missions with you, or simply operates the guild from your home?" Roposo asked indifferently, too busy inspecting the bell to be interested. "I was sort of hoping to find out where she is- not that you're doing a bad job!" He laughed. "I really wanted to meet her."

Ago crossed his arms, feeling . "Well, right now... she's-"

"Look!" Anatasa cried out, pointing, "we need to move for those those marill." Roposo shot her an angry look, and then saw that there actually were two marill, bouncing and excited, waiting to ring the bell. They grinned and waved at the ninetales. Something about the children made the ninetales very uncomfortable.

"Hello mister!" A gleeful marill shouted out, waving at the ninetales. "Can you please ring the bell for us? We're too short... but I promise we won't cause him trouble." The little sister of the marill giggled, hiding shyly behind her brother. "You can go and ask our dad if you don't believe us!" Ago couldn't help but find the little pair endearing.

Roposo bent his head down and coughed. "Sure... sure... I can do that." Gripping on to the rope of the hanging bell, he tugged softly. A soft bell rung out, and in an instant a green kecleon was staring down at the two marill. He looked fairly exhausted and stressed, but was determined to put on a grin the moment he saw the two. All Ago could guess is that things were not looking up for his business.

Immediately, he went away, shouting out greetings to those outside of the stall. "Hello, you two! I'm guessing you want the usual?"

"Yes, mister! Our lunch, two apples!" The sister cheered, all too excited for some apples. Ago thought that they needed a much-warranted visit to the Ravenous Mightyena.

Too tired to be fully coordinated, the groggy kecleon accidentally knocked one of the apples away from his stall. "Damn- I mean, whoops!" He cried out, trying to catch the apple. Instead, it rolled away and to Ago. Smiling, he quickly picked it up and held it out. The two marill looked absolutely devastated about the entire situation.

He grinned and walked up to the two, returning their fallen apple, pressing it slowly into his small paws so he didn't drop it. "Hey, five-second rule, right?"

The brother took the apple, a beaming smile on his face. "Help!"

Ago stared at the small marill, his blue face slowly turning into horror. The pikachu's head pounded painfully. "The fuck? What... what are you talking about?"

"Help my sister and me! Why are you taking us out here?" The marill started to tear up and run away, into a mountain that sprung up out of the stall. A yellow demon followed them, one claw ready to tear them apart. The other... holding a spine, swinging it about like a flail. Not exactly what he expected for simple returning an apple.

"Ago? Ago! This drowsy needs our assistance!" The kecleon yelled into his ear, causing his head to flare with unrelenting pain. Whatever happened was over now, and it left a gruesome image in front of him. Roposo and Anatasa backed near the stall as the kecleon rushed towards a collapsed drowsy, cut apart and stabbed. "Help me use these bandages!" No wonder the two marill fled the scene; it was a particularly nightmarish image.

His head still ached badly, but Ago couldn't just let the drowsy go without much-needed attention. Working with the store-keeper, the two quickly worked at stopping the bleeding. "We need to focus on the worst wounds," the kecleon ordered.

"They're all the fucking 'worst wounds'!" Ago shouted, stressed out. Everything looked so bad, he didn't know where to start helping.

Suddenly, there was no need to. The cuts started to noisily mend by themselves. Ago felt like somebody had thrown him into fast-forward while he spectated the recovery of this drowsy's wounds. The pokémon sighed, slowly beginning to move again. "W-wow," the kecleon gasped, "you have to be a powerful psychic medic to heal yourself like this!"

Ago must be caught in a bad dream. Everything was so damned off. The ninetales and his sister, the marill's pleas, this drowsy... he felt like everything in Treasure Town wanted to spook the hell out of them. But the moment he heard the words 'power psychic medic' he wanted to forget all of his suspicions. He even abandoned any attempt to figure out why he limped all the way over here just to heal himself. When the drowsy finally rose, only pinkish scars marking his wounds, Ago was fully ready to pin his hopes on him.

"Yes, yes, I do apologize for startling you customers," the drowsy groaned.

"Y-you better be!" The kecleon stammered, his eyes wide, "I w-was about to up and run, too!"

"I was mugged by lowly bandits in a calm residential area. I am a traveling healer, you see. The famous medic Drowsy. A pleasure to meet you all." He bowed low, a humble look on his face, and stuffed his left arm into one of the bandages they managed to put on him. It didn't look very pleasant, but Ago assumed that the medic knew best. A disgusting smell came from his wounds, and Ago saw that the situation was probably not giving Roposo and Anatasa the best impression. In fact, Roposo now stared at Drowsy, eyes wide with fear.

But this was it. A psychic medic- a famous one at that- now stood in front of him after weeks of searching and hopelessness. "R-Roposo, I must end the tour. There are some personal things I must attend to."

Roposo shook his head defiantly. "You can't just cut things off like that!" He snarled.

Drowsy frowned and looked down shamefully. "Ah, I must have ruined your tour. Forgive me." On the contrary, the medic had truly made his day. "Is there anything I can do to make up for this grievance?" The kecleon brother scowled, probably wondering where his payment was. It was all so easy... to finally find some hope after all this time. Roposo stormed off, furious. A little bad rep was worth it.

He jumped on the offer without hesitation. "Are you really a medic? A famous one?"

"Yes, pikachu. Do you have someone you would like me to see?"

"M-me! You see, my back has rendered me disabled. I was wondering if... if you could..."

Drowsy nodded. "Of course, my child. Come with me back to my home. I'll fix... everything."