The sounds of skirmishing with the Great Statue could be heard throughout the city at this point. The point of origin was moving every few minutes, leading you to believe that it was moving for the city outskirts. That would be for the better for everyone, perhaps. Most of the city had evacuated, and anyone you saw wasn't really interested in talking. It didn't help that you were closer to the center of the city when everything had happened. Everyone had already scattered elsewhere.

Not much I can do at this point, you think. You feel tired. Your own blood dried out, matting your brown fur with knots and the unpleasant smell of iron. The bruises and wounds underneath found it time to remind you of your condition, your adrenaline quickly dissipitating. It was great that it held up as long as it had. The numbness faded into quiet groans. At least you could let yourself have that grumbling luxury.

You slowly stumbled to a halt at a small street, leaning up against the end of an alley wall. Your other side still has little bits and pieces of glass in it, and would no doubt start bleeding again were you to remove them. "Damn..."

"Well, it took you long enough," a voice quietly snickered. You were too worn out and sluggish to react towards the 'mon that lounged against the opposite wall behind a few empty crates. "I was about to wonder if you were really going to come through here or not. I'm still learning things about you, friend, so I wasn't so sure."

The puff of air you offered in retort visibly pained your lungs. You couldn't hide the pain anymore. Why bother. It was only Port anyways. The Quilava gave a half-hearted smirk at you and shook his head. You've only met the fire-type a few times since coming to Andalusst and the only thing you had in common with him was your curiosity.

You stare out into the empty street as he stands and comes to you. You didn't have to look to hear him limp up and sit a few paces from your side. You could feel his eyes silently scrutinizing your injuries, the atmosphere awkwardly filled only with the sound of your labored breathing.

"You're alright, Ven. You've had worse." He was quiet for a moment. "I was on my way to meet ya when the business with the Great Statue went down. Don't worry, I'm sure the guilds'll take care of it," he states, grinning without hesitation. "In the meanti~ime that leaves us pretty open to talk while everyone's dealing with the chaos."

You had noticed how quiet it was in the streets, and Port got up from where he sat beside you, chuckling to himself. You wanted to help, but you both know you wouldn't be going anywhere in your bloodied state. You turned your head keep an eye on him, his small form limping a few paces away before turning and sitting in front of you, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Knowledge is power, friend. So you're looking to join the Hunter's Guild, eh."