>>5170798>>5170817>>5170970>>5170996Breloom launches its Leech Seed and succeeds in seeding Sage, but Mike's eyes widen as you don't reach for Sage's poke ball during this.
"Sage, Psybeam." You order.
Left wide open as it is, Breloom takes the Psybeam head on and topples as the psychedelic beam of light fades.
"You fuck!" Mike bellows and runs at you swinging, only for the mist to close in between the two of you and seemingly swallow you.
"I can see why you'd gravitate towards the young fella."
You look off to the right to see an old man with a battered tin cup leaned against a tree.
Everything about him is battered, from his wrinkled, bronzed face, grey beard and sun-bleached hat to his weathered and torn jeans and flannel shit and the old, weatherproofed coat he's wearing.
"Who're you?" You ask cautiously. Beside you, Sage looks at the old man with an almost solemn expression
Gareth did say an aura guardian used to live around these parts, but that must've been a long time ago.
"Just call me Henry." He says. "Smoke? Or, Drink I guess. You look a bit young to like tobacco." He asks.
>Sure. Tea or coffee sounds good about now, thanks.>Are you a ghost?>What do you mean 'young fella?'>Other 