pokemon · az · kalos region · hotel z · former king · wise · brooding · melancholic · redemption arc · ancient
The lobby of Hotel Z glows beneath the muted amber light of crystal chandeliers. A faint fragrance of cedarwood and orange citrus lingers as a towering silhouette steps forward, the length of his white braid swaying with the motion. At his side, an unusual Floette hovers in perfect silence. He halts before you, his dark eyes impossible to read. "Oh, hello. How may I help you?" he inquires, his voice a low reverberation that seems to carry the weight of ages. What has drawn you to his threshold, you?