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Staring at the forest around them with a small amount of respect, Leslie would soon find herself trying to see if there was any sign of the sailor ahead. This was getting ridiculous. What could be so special on Iron island to warrant what basically amounted to a skip trace? Unless it somehow made snacks or destroyed continents, it was starting to seem not worth it.

"Be right back," Keiko said to Leslie, confident that the Mawile hybrid cared more about completing the mission than some little lost Riolu, and began climbing up to the tree house after said Fighting-type.

"Sorry, little guy," Keiko sighed. "I was hoping he'd be up here, too. Guess we gotta continue the search."

Keiko would pat the Riolu on the head gently before glancing at the book. She would indeed flip through the pages before stepping out of the tree house. "Hey, Leslie, I might have found something here," she would shout to the Mawile hybrid below her before dropping said book for Leslie to catch and peruse.

The book would show a map of Unova pointing out Cresselia's last appearance was above what is now Marvelous Bridge (the eastern river to be more specific), the legendary Pokemon flying east and lost track of as it disappeared over Reversal Mountain. Obviously their sailor had already crossed over Marvelous Bridge and has at least made it as far as White Forest. Reversal Mountain wasn't far from here, just beyond Black City so if he was anywhere it had to be there, at Reversal Mountain.

"I think my friend knows where your trainer is," Keiko told the Riolu before climbing down the treehouse. She didn't trust herself not to get hurt jumping down, and climbing down gave the Riolu ample opportunity to climb on her back or something if it still wanted to travel with her in search of its traienr.

Glancing over her shoulder at her passenger, Leslie would nod towards the house before saying, "What are the odds that there is something important in that house?"

As the pair walked into the dilapidated home they would find it to be just like one might assume it to be by its appearance on the outside. The interior's wooden floor had chunks missing places and all of it looked worn and weathered, sand from the outside blowing in through the broken windows and wearing down the planks. The walls were in similar shape, faded paintings barely hanging on the walls. The main lobby, as it were, contained three sets of steps going up to the second floor which contained entrances to three different rooms. The downstairs didn't have much else to look at beside the two entrances to separate rooms. There was also two sets of steps on either side of the room that went down to a basement, apparently.

Upon closer inspection there was one think noteworthy near the entrance, a pair of wet footprints leading away from the door and into the house, soon fading away. Either one of the Snagems might note that there was no body of water on their way here nor had it rained. Was it their sailor? And is so he had to have come through here recently by the looks of these prints. Where he got his shoes wet was irrelevant, the important part is they might have him cornered, but where in this place was he?

Leslie would continue on the trail after Keiko, eyes searching the area in front of Keiko since she seemed so focused heavily on the trail of watery footprints. All they needed from this venture was to bump into the thing they were after without any clue whatsoever about what it was.