Chad awoke in immense pain, and he noticed he was on the back of a Bouffalant. He must have fallen out of the tree when the Bouffalant struck it. Perhaps he should not have spoken to the man the way he did. He wasn't sure why he took his Rocket Ball containing his Numel and his Fire Ball, but now he was down two of his three Pokemon. There was not much he could do currently due to the pain and the sheer number of Bouffalant that accompanied the man. All he could do was watch his Heracross lying on the ground unable to rescue one another.
After some unknown amount of time, Chad, the man, and his Bouffalant arrived at the wood walled entrance to his village. Chad could just lift his head to see the pointed wooden posts that serve as the village's walls. He heard the man mention bringing him to see another. He wondered why. He looked around the village while they continued towards their destination. There were more people of the same skin tone as his captor, and they stared back at the stranger on laying on the back of the Bouffalant. Finally, the herd stopped. The man dismounted and lifted Chad off and stood him on the ground. He felt a little imbalanced after being draped over the Bouffalant for so long. No thought of escape ever entered Chad's mind, as the thought of quickly being caught by this muscular man did not appeal to him. He thought he would go along with things until he had more information. Then he would go find Heracross.
The man pushed Chad into a large tent. Inside, he saw many candles and incense burners. There were many golden statues of Pokemon all over the room. His focus was drawn to the center to an old man sitting behind a table. He was noticeably smaller in stature than the man who captured Chad. His skin color was also lighter than his captor's, than the rest of the village too. The old man studied Chad for quite a while.
"Saint, I found this man in the woods;" the man began to speak, "he failed to heed my warning so I engaged him, and was about to dispose of him when something caught my attention…" He approached the table and presented Chad's Rocket Ball and Fire Ball. After studying the two Pokeballs extensively, the elder returned them to Chad.
"I see. You may be quite the special man, you know," he spoke. The elder gestured to Chad to have a seat. "Good find, Baro." That didn't comfort the man, as he still looked bothered by something.
"Saint, then is he truly?" Baro asked.
"A User, yes, I believe it so," Saint replied. "It would not have been possible for him to obtain these items otherwise, unless he murdered a true User, which… he doesn’t seem like the kind of man that would do so." Chad focused on Saint, listening intently, trying to understand what was going on. The whole time he spoke, he seemed relieved.
"Well?" Saint turned to face Chad. "Did you steal those special Pokeballs, or were they… given to you? Perhaps by a “higher power”? I know, I know you cannot speak of them. In fact, you may not even be able to describe them, or yourself, even if you wanted to… Ah yes, a true User. A Trainer who owns unique items, given to him by the overseers of his adventures. A Trainer with the power – or better, permission – to teach his Pokemon companions maneuvers that no regular Trainer could… Do you know what I speak of? Tell me, what is your name, User?" Chad shook his head after hearing Saint's questions.
"My name is Chad," he began explaining his story. "I came to Silver Forest with my Heracross to celebrate his birthday." Chad held out his Rocket Ball and the Fire Ball. "As for those two Pokeballs, I received an alternately-colored Numel as a trade from a friend recently. He's inside the Rocket Ball. The Fire Ball is empty, but one of my friends has a golden Torkoal that he was planning to trade to me when I see him next. I'm not sure what a User is, but I did not obtain my Numel or the Fire Ball in any dishonorable way."
Saint took a vial from a drawer in the table and handed it over to Chad. "Drink," he said. "It’ll help with your injuries. You must forgive Baro, he’s an impeccable hunter but not much of a… people person. Now, I know this must all be daunting, and I’m sure you have questions. So please ask, and I’ll answer to the best of my ability."
Chad looked at the vial. He questioned to himself whether or not to trust Saint. Afterall, he was the one Baro delievered him to. For all he knew Saint could have handed him some poison! 'Then again,' Chad thought, 'if he was trying to poison him, would he really have given back his Pokeballs?' The pain he was feeling got the better of him, so Chad decided to drink the vial's contents. He figured he could get the information he was after while whatever he drank went to work.
"First, may I ask what I drank?" It seemed like a good question to ask. "Do you have any information about what a User is? Is something the matter here that I may be able to help out with? It's the least I could do for trespassing on your land. Also, I have a Heracross that was left in the forest when I was taken here. I said I would help out, but I must request to go find my friend first. He was injured from a fall, and I'm worried for his safety." Chad turned to Baro. "I apologize for speaking to you the way I did. I should not have assumed anything."