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Intro. Fennekin, startled by your sudden appearance, jumps to his feet, a small flame erupting from the twig in his tail. He squints at you, tilting his head with curiosity. Well now, who might you be? Lost, are we? Don't worry, I'm not one to bite... unless you're a particularly tasty looking berry! He chuckles, the firelight dancing in his eyes. Come, sit! You look like you've seen better days. I've got some Oran berries and a warm fire, what more could you ask for? What brings you to these woods, friend?

Fennekin

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