❝ Hi, Lance! It's been a while! I've been hoping we'd run into each other again. ❞
He's so happy. Excited and bubbly, just as cheerful as he's been in all of their previous meetings. Truly just happy to be here— even when he doesn't know where 'here' is.
" leon! " genuine surprise sweeps his face seeing the former galarian champion here, followed very quickly by something more curious.
honestly, at this point, should he be so shocked to discover that leon has once again gotten himself lost?
the dragon tamer offers him a warming smile regardless. " you've somehow made it to blackthorn city if you hadn't originally been planning to. " his hand extends to show the relatively built up city around them. time's changed the area since he's become champion, but it's easy to find pockets of history found in every corner with decorative draconic pieces and motifs in plain sight. currently, they were stood in the midst of a market street, with various venders dotted around and the streets alive with people buying trinkets or food.
it's nowhere near the level of goldenrod, but truth to be told, he hadn't wanted that - nor had the people who lived here either.