Looking for Cynthia

Tom looked around at the entrance of the forest; the place was dark and dreary. He could see dark Pokemon glancing at the trio often, in what Tom assumed was disgust. After all, they didn't belong here. Tom wasn't afraid, though; he hadn't been afraid since Cynthia... Tom shook his head. "I suspect that Cynthia is in an open area, probably away from trees. At the same time, though, she's probably somewhere near other Pokemon. This means that she should be a short distance away from the actual forest, but still somewhere in the forest. Do you guys know this forest well?"

"I've been out here once or twice, not enough to know it well." Shelby frowned in responded. "We can get but thoug!" she smiled

"I have no idea where everything is here," chuckled Ryu, "I should really pay more attention when im going through different areas."
In the silence between each reply, you could hear the soft sound of the wind between the Horsea's constantly working fins.

"Ah hell, really?" Tom sighed, and kept moving. He stepped on a vine, but ignored it. "Do you know how many floors there are in this dungeo-OH God!" The vine below Tom grabbed him by the leg and tripped him up. "What in the- a Bulbasaur?" The green monster grunted and charged at the trio "Dammit, this guy's feral! Do you guys know how to communicate with it?"