``I hope so, I was so much a loner that I got called "The Spectator" alot by many people back where I come from...``"I guess even I had someone... I just hope whatever happens, you have a company.
``Maybe I should....``"Maybe you should try being proactive then? Come out of a chrysalis of loneliness, and into the world with a spirit!"
Thartler comes with iron set of tools - pickaxe, axe and hammer, and gives them to The Spectator. "I hope either of you know how to use it. If not - I'll explain shortly. Pickaxes dig terrain, axes chop trees and hammers shape surfaces.
``Me neither....``"...I don't get them." Garry seems not to be able to comprehend what Thartler meant.
``Nice to meet you, I'm Zarnx, Zarnx Dissoren and like I said, people called me The Spectator back where I come from but feel free to call me Zarnx...``"Neither did I, but just call me Garry Eldwing. If we had a Pokemon, I would've, in challenge, call myself Flying Ace." The human still isn't sure where are the exits. And his stomach acts up. "And I'm hungry."
Zarnx's hand would be hot to the touch, not hot to the point it hurts, but still somewhat hot...It would be met by the real, rather than the psychic handshake. "Nice to meet you, Zarnx. Especially nice to meet a person outside of Hawaii."
``Basically, I ran into this strange person and they struck me with something, we fought and then after the fight, I noticed this...``What helps numb the heat would be Garry's curse having a slight influence. "That hand sure is warm. There is something to you, am I right?"
``So we can both use fire huh...?``"And my fire... well, I only learned of it when I had accidentally burned a newspaper. Costed me 39 Holas to replace the papers, but ever since, I'm wary not to breathe it on anything flammable. It is purple in colour and allegedly can hurt dragon-types, as I saw during some of the duels."
``Yeah...I can...``"Sure, I don't mind that. If you find Apricorns or Pokemon, call me, all right?" Garry would get ready to follow Zarnx.