"It's roughly east-southeast as the Murkrow flies," Dustin replied, "though the realities of the terrain mean we'll probably have to drift a bit further south and then swing back north once we cross the mountains."
As a nice bonus, this sort of curving route should take them far enough south as to be out of his father's territory. Adam seemed interested, at least, though he did also contribute his own rumor. A treasure at the bottom of a lake, though it seemed to Dustin that he was the only one equipped to take on an expedition of that nature. He supposed in that sort of instance the rest of the group would be supporting him from the surface, on a boat? He didn't really get a chance to ask before Adam got distracted again, this time by the noise of some sort of commotion outside.
It seemed to be the sound of a scuffle. The Buizel's first instinct was to dismiss it, such minor quibbles were common back home, but the Gallade was already on his feet and halfway out the door before Dustin could say anything. He supposed fighting was probably less common in a village full of treasure hunters. The Buizel quickly finished the rest of his meal, before pouring as much of the juice as would fit into a waterskin procured from his pouch. What juice remained in the bowl was drank, then he hurried after Adam.
Stepping outside, he caught a whiff of something on the air. A sickeningly sweet smell that burned his nose as it flitted past. He was just in time to catch the last bits of a conversation Adam was having with an Inteleon and the head - the brass he thought they called it? - of a Falinks. He vaguely recognized the two as patrons of the bar from earlier. They were talking about a Salazzle in the village, that would explain the stench. Anyway, the scent was fading fast, so it seemed the Pokemon was long gone by now. The Buizel rested a paw on his hip pouch, and approached the small group.
"Smart bandits rarely work alone," he ventured, speaking from his own personal experience. His father had always expected his underlings to work in teams. At the very least, he would have expected a Salazzle to be at the head of a harem of Salandits who would do her bidding unconditionally. "It's a good idea to keep your eyes open."