>>5302323>>5302327>>5302358>>5302459As you walk, you keep an eye out for trainers.
Given the last couple of days, you don't have much hope for there being many trainers on the road, but as it starts getting toward lunch time, you 're proven wrong as you spot a couple of women maybe a few years older than you.
Even from where you are, you can hear them complaining about the cold.
Trailling a little behind them are a kid a little younger than you with a pack that looks about as loaded up as yours and another man about the same age as the two women with his own equally heavy looking pack.
Neither of them look particularly happy either, though it seems to be less with the weather and more with their companions.
The group perks up as they see you and wave.
"Hey! Are you guys trainers? Anyone want to battle?" One of the women calls.
>Challenge one of the women>Challenge the kid>Challenge the man.>Nah, places to be.>Anyone else want to battle?>Other 