Trudging through the Alabaster Iceland’s proved to be a more formidable task than you expected, as a wandering merchant, optimism fueled your belief that such places would yield rare treasures. However, it yielded naught, the situation only worsening by the encroaching nightfall catching you off guard, the thick fog only worsening your predicament. Your stalwart companion, entrusted with scouting ahead for potential threats hadn’t returned, frustrated by the turn of events, impatience guided your rash decision, which was to trace the trail left by your missing scout as you pressed forward.

As time passed, the enigmatic fog dissipated only to reveal an unforeseen spectacle, a spectral zoroark, its form emanating pure malevolence, palpable through its piercing gaze, a disquieting realization dawned on you as you connected the creature with such of a local legend, adding to the disconcerting scene, was the unsettling sight beneath the creature, a wiggling belly, revealing the fate of you missing scout. Retreating proved futile, for despite the creature´s bulk, you had no doubt its agility wouldn’t be thwarted.
In that moment of tension, regret clouded your thoughts, regret at underestimating the situation and not preparing accordingly… you should have brought more ultraballs