Temper, temper, Vexen. [ A familiar face appeared on the screen, one of a certain Gambler whose ties with most, if not all Organization members, were on the neutral side. He chuckled heartily at the other's broadcast, tilting his head. He chose to make little comment on the other blond's age, being in his early thirties, himself. ]

You'll be happy to know the woman's presence, though a mite strange, is benevolent. Her only purpose is a warm home from which to begin a tedious and rather annoying journey. Once you make it to Cherrygrove though, I highly suggest you pack plenty of food and extra clothing. Unless, that is, you've retained that resistance of yours to winter's frigid ways.

Strangely, the creatures in this world are not at all edible, nor are there many plants available to survive off of this time of the year.