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Wren hung his head a bit as Brassius confirmed both his hope and his fear in the same breath, it it seemed. It was true the green hamlet had been built up by channelers but Brassius wasn't one, himself. "Then I would assume you don't know how your ancestors did it?" He asked, trying not to look too crestfallen. It wasn't Brassius' fault if he didn't know the secrets behind it all and he didn't want the man to feel like he was being blamed for a lack of knowledge one couldn't expect him to have. He crossed his fingers, mentally, and hoped that even if Brassius couldn't use the knowledge, that perhaps someone had passed it on to him. If so, it just may hold the key to his own quest.

Wren sighed somewhat heavily when Brassius confirmed once more that this may be a lost cause for him. "I was afraid you might say that. I had hoped you, of all people, would be the one most likely to know how revitalizing the area had been done." He admitted, though perked up when he was shown the whip Brassius carried.

"That's definitely an artifact. I can feel the energy coming off of it." He responded, leaning in a bit closer to get a closer look. Something about it felt off but, for a moment, he wasn't quite sure what it was and then it hit him. All artifacts seemed to have some kind of inner will of their own, a "craving" or "hunger" that drove them to draw a suitable partner to them if they had none, he felt it from his own for the first little while he'd had it, before he'd fully bonded with it properly. This one, however? It wasn't a fully natural artifact like his was and yet it's "hunger" was tangibly greater than his own. Perhaps it was because it had been without a proper channeling partner for such a long time now but he felt there was more to it than even that. Maybe it was tied into the secrets he had come looking for?

"Brassius... Is that whip crafted from natural fibers? It looks very much like it's simply a vine but it's clearly more than that. I can't tell what it's made of but it's not a simple material like leather, cotton or wool." He'd completely lost the plot as Brassius had gone off on his short tangent about his methods of emotional convalescence. "I shouldn't be surprised if it belonged to a grass channeler, to be honest... My own artifact was crafted using lost techniques, after all."

Wren found his suspicions confirmed right away and let out a low whistle of appreciation. "I'd love to take some time to figure that out but I'm afraid if more skilled channelers than me can't identify it, then I could spend a lifetime and not know." He stated wistfully. "My artifact is crafted from Cactus silk and it seems the art of making it has been lost for decades. I'm not entirely sure where to find her or if she's even still alive but I met an old woman in Unova who remembered how to make it and she taught me years ago." He explained, raising his arm to show the silken bracelet on his left wrist, the large gracidea-like flower growing from it appearing like a living buckler shield on the outside of his wrist.

"My personal interest aside, you have other channelers living here? I was under the impression we were uncommon enough most places don't even know we we exist." He questioned. "I shouldn't be surprised if they had a hand in making all this-" He gestured to the town around them at this point "-possible but for some reason, it still strikes me as strange to find more than one in one place outside of my own organization. And even we don't seem to collect multiple Channelers of the same type very often." He admitted, laughing softly as that realization struck him. How strange it truly was to find himself here in spite of his active attempt at finding this kind of information.

Wren nodded calmly along with Brassius as he explained, at least in part, why there were so many Grass Channelers living in Artazon. "I can understand how they might have been drawn here, having seen it for myself. The area is practically buzzing with natural energy and the view is to die for. The local artist adding his own touch to the landscape doesn't hurt that." He admitted, shaking his head softly even as he did. "If not for my own goals back home, I'd be tempted to come stay here, myself."

"I'm afraid I've heard nothing of a current grand master of the Grass-type, myself, so I'm rather surprised to learn the last had lived here. Only slightly, though." He admitted with a bit of a laugh. "I suppose if you're not a channeler, yourself and if there is no current grand master to be found here, then I should continue searching for clues to continue my training, then." He sighed, holding his chin as he looked to the ground in thought.. "I'm afraid I'm at a loss for where to look next, though. Perhaps Cortazon might be worth a visit for other reasons, though? I could take soil samples there for the company. I hear the farmland surrounding that town is some of the best in the regiaon." He'd begun to talk to himself at this point, trying to get his thoughts in order before deciding where to go or what he might do. Unless Brassius had a suggestion for something he could check out in Artazon, it might be time for him to move on to another destination for now.

Wren had just begun to turn and walk away, just beginning to lift his hand and wave when Brassius made the offer of introducing him to the local artisans and Grass Channelers. "Oh? I hadn't even thought to ask about chatting with them. I suppose I got a bit too caught up in my thoughts for a moment, there." He admitted as he stopped, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment for a moment and laughing a bit nervously. "Thank you! I'm sure they'll be able to give me some kind of useful information." He said more to himself than to Brassius, extending his arm to offer a grateful shake of the artist's hand before heading off in the indicated direction.

Once he had headed off, he began to look around for the structures Brassius told him about. "Four cabins surrounding a giant Rindo berry tree on the southern edge of town, he said." He muttered to himself as he neared the edge of town, following the cobblestone paths as best he could to avoid damaging the clearly carefully tended lawns. As he drew nearer the edge of town, he saw the small lake, though he had to admit calling it that felt generous. To him it felt more like a large pond was more appropriate for the body of water but this wasn't his home and he wasn't in any position to be criticizing the locals choice of names, so he kept that to himself and scanned the horizon as he drew closer, hoping to spot the tree and cabins nearby as he head toward it.

He found himself stopping more than once to admire just how well-tended the local plants were along with taking in a bit more of Brassius' art in the various sculptures he spotted along the way but, eventually, he found the site he'd been pointed to and made his way toward the center of the area, intending to stop under the rindo tree and see if he spotted anyone before approaching any of the buildings directly. If Brassius had alerted them they would have a guest, he hoped he'd found the place before anyone gave up on expecting him.

Wren turned at the sound of a voice calling out to him, leaning forward and away from the trunk of the rindo tree he'd only just begun to lean against while he waited. It took only a second or two to spot the source of the voice, a rather attractive man who appeared to be a Paldean native from how he spoke the language. He might have been an Alolan transplant, however. It was hard to say based only on what he could see surface level. "Oye!" He called out in greeting, throwing his arm into the air as he waved, thinking for a moment that he recognized the feline Pokemon at the man's side. He recalled seeing several people in Mesagoza who had been walking around with them while he was browsing the school's library. He'd learned they were the final stage of one of the region's starter Pokemon but was drawing a blank at the moment regarding it's species' name.

"Thanks for the time!" He offered as the man drew closer. "I was hoping someone might be able to help me with some channeling information. I wasn't aware such a large group of Channelers had convened in one location or I'd have come looking ages ago." He admitted with a bit of a nervous laugh. "I'm not exactly what you'd call 'trained" in the art, myself."

Wren couldn't help but be momentarily distracted by how close the other man got when he walked by. For a moment, he felt his nose assaulted by a delicate scent as the man passed but he couldn't tell if it was his own, some kind of perfume the channelers here made or a scent his Pokemon gave off as it mimicked his somewhat theatrical movements at close range. Some Grass-types gave off a natural parfum, as he was intimately familiar with so it could be any thing. "I'm entirely too aware of how few Channelers number these days. I didn't even realize I was one for years after first tapping into the skills and still barely understand it due to a lack of proper training." He explained. "I had hoped to remedy that somewhat by coming here, as I've already said, so judging you or your organization is the last thing I want to do." He responded, following Arturo as he was invited and subsequently lead inside one of the cabins.

Upon entering the building, he would immediately begin to take in the many handcrafted pieces that were used to decorate."I can see why you would be called a commune of 'artisanal' channelers. Is everything here made using Channeling?" He asked. Almost every item in the cabin gave off a faint "glow" of natural energy, an aura of fresh life that practically radiated from the core of each item. It was a familiar sort of energy that reminded him of the silk bracelet on his wrist but felt more... refined? Was that the right word?