It was a night for robbing, and the moonless sky and hushed winds promised Jade it would be a successful one. Her silken feathers muted her graceful flight that always gave her a sensation similar to a Mantyke gliding through the silent brine, eternal life. It was a belief all Flying-type Pokémon shared and would constantly remind others with their famous saying,'Live on wing, eternally sing!'
Most flying Pokémon would become mesmerized by the beauty of Greenrim Village; the way the fire lamps radiated and swayed delicately above the river channels like dancing Volbeat. However, the only appeal to the greedy Noctowl was the single blue-bricked house distanced from the typical red and yellow buildings and the Roserade accompanied with it.
Doing a finale 360° with her flexible head, Jade dove down towards him and landed on his outstretched arm.