As Anthos stepped off the plane and into the Thavma airport he was met with the he was presented with the spitting image of mediocrity. Apart from being seemingly abandoned old music was playing of a shotty intercom system that tended to cut out at random intervals. The main area was large and filled with sunlight that somehow managed to shine through the grimy glass ceiling. A few janitors mopped up the tacky tile floor and made no notable difference in terms of how clean it was.
An old man wearing a grey suit that did nothing to stand out from his surrounding approached Anthos with his luggage and a case containing his Pokeballs, “You’re vehicle is in the lot outside mister. Oh and welcome to Thavma.” He didn’t sound too happy.
“Uh...Thanks?” Anthos said taking his things.
“I know, I know. You’re expecting something more, something fabulous...Well you’re on the edge of the region. All the pesky Pokemon trainers and the celebrity ‘PokeHeros’ are farther inland.” His distaste was hardly detectable over his slow and fragile voice.
“Head up north and you’ll find yourself in Stewart City. It’s quiet for the most part but lot’s of Pokemon trainers go there to either enjoy the nature or battle at the Gym.” With those final words of advice the old man walked off.
Anthos was left standing and in shock. He’d read that the Thavma region rivaled Poketopia and even LaRousse city in terms of wonder and beauty. PokeHeroes staged spectacular battles and had a nemesis they would face off against. Thavma was supposed to be sprawling with excitement and Pokemon but that old man had seemed rather tired of it all.
Not a good introduction to the region that Anthos would probably be living in for some time. He walked over to a shabby seating area and began to rummage through his bag making sure everything was in the right place. Anthos hoped that the rest of the trainers he had contacted showed up with more exciting attitudes than the old man.