Nikolas sighs in a job well done and packs away his items. He doesn't bid goodbye to the other trainers in the lobby and retreats to the trainer cot room to rest in. They would probably get some training in tomorrow morning before finding a mercenary group to take them to the next city. As powerful as Orobas was proving to be, he doubted the Abra was capable of protecting both itself and its trainer in the wild.
Finding an empty bot, he lies down and holds his two Pokeballs against his chest, curling his body around them. "Goodnight," he whispers.
You are the picture of a new trainer, clutching your Pokeballs tight to your chst as you sleep.
The next morning rolls around and you are awoken by the sounds of some birds chirping outside. The sun has risen just a little bit ago; it is quite early in the day.