Closed // DoriTheHawlucha
"Small, purple, green stripe on the head, called Dori, wears a black robe-like thing..."
Zabra ponders to himself aloud, going on what Gardy had told him about this 'Dori' person. He still didn't know what a 'Hawlucha' was, but that wasn't going to stop him looking! A friend of Gardy's was a friend of his, and the little dude was apparently looking for someone to help train him in combat - something Zabra was pretty good at, or so he liked to think at least, and he was more than happy to help out. What Zabra didn't know, however, was that Hawluchas were part flying type - and Gardy had rather tactfully forgotten to mention that to him...
"Boooooooooooooored!" Complained Tipo, bonking his face into Zabra's head playfully. "Come on, Father Dearest! Lets ditch this search and go eat. Or scare people. Lets go jump out of bushes at passers by! You can beat up all their 'mons and we can take their money!"
"Behave, Tipo! You could at least help me look - he's gotta be around here somewhere." Ignoring Tipo's further complaints, Zabra kept searching around. Where could Dori be...?
