Their influence on the village is indelible. All shops in Armonia ultimately answer to the Gracidea Trading Association, even those staffed by performers and rescuers, such as the Seaside Company of Haberdashers and the Bluk Tattoo Parlor. The thought of what you could do here puts a spring in your step, as you walk closer to the door...
... only to be knocked aside by another Pokemon rushing out. The Honchkrow carries a bulky knapsack. You think she might be the owner of the general store in the Bazaar, a guess instantly confirmed by the sound of her distinctive squawking voice yelping a "sorry" over her shoulder, and then she's gone, taking off into the air. You pause to make sure no one else will shove you before making another attempt to go inside.
After following a narrow hallway into a somewhat larger oval-shaped room, you come across an Ambipom busily puttering away with an abacus on her desk. She is so focused on her task that it takes three tries to get her attention; when she finally notices you, she abruptly shrieks, "TENERAE! THEY'RE BOTHERING ME, DEAL WITH THEM!"Ears ringing, you barely manage to jump back before a Murkrow swoops in and lands in front of you. She laughs (cackles, really) at the expression on your face. "'Ello there, small fry, welcome ta the merchant's guild! Tha name's Tenerae, and tha flat-face over there's called Bjourn. Not that ya gotta worry a lick 'bout that, 'cause ya ain't gonna see 'er much anyways. Don't like dealin' with new folk. Or most folk, fer that matter. Lemme show ya around, yeah?"
Her words sound like so much screeching. You think of the Honchkrow and wonder if they're related. Tenerae doesn't wait for you to reply before beginning her tour, flapping ahead of you so fast you have to run to keep up.
"Not much ta see up here, so this'll be real quick -- we got some meeting rooms and the like down thattaway, over there's Bjourn's room -- not a good idea to go in there, lemme tell ya, it's boring as hell and not worth 'er yellin' -- ya can get yer missions right here, big ol' board, can't miss it, and if ya get lost, we got a map. That's about it. The real innerestin' stuff's downstairs." She doesn't give you time to appreciate any of the rooms; she hardly stops for breath. Her wings and her beak flap away as she leads you down a couple of cramped hallways until, finally, she pauses -- in front of a wooden, circular door, a red lever conspicuously situated next to it. She pulls on the lever with her beak, and the door rolls away, revealing a well-lit tunnel spiraling down into what is presumably the rest of the guild. Like most of Armonia's older structures, the Gracidea Trading Association houses most of its rooms underground.
"Yer really gonna need tha map. See, tha guild's built on this great big web o' tunnels. We got all our supply rooms down there. Lots o' great stuff! Hey, ya hungry, small fry? I sure am. So tha first place we're gonna go is tha mess hall. And yer room's gonna be around there, too, but it ain't exactly gonna be Museum quality boardin'. Just so ya know." Tenerae snickers. "Lessee, anythin' else I'm forgettin'...?"
She regards you carefully, her face suddenly serious. You're not sure what she's looking for -- she stares at you so intently that her large red eyes seem to sear right through you -- but the moment ends as abruptly as it began, and then she's far ahead of you again, flying through the tunnels. "C'mon, small fry, pick up tha pace! We're real fast around here!"
