Errand #9 - Cart Blanche

"Right. A missing wheel, broken axle, rotten planks, and rusted bolts. Is that all?"

Ardor nodded. "I think so." he said.

"All right." the bandana wearing Ratatta nodded, looking over the two broken carts that had been parked to the side of the workshop. Sounds of hammering, lifting, and the occasional shouts over the busy atmosphere were all around the large, open aired establishment. 

Ardor and Derek had quickly scouted the alleyways of Andalusst after the errand notice was posted. It was quite the hard task to say the least. So many carts in Andalusst yet there were few which were abandoned or stolen. In the end, the two Hunters could only find two badly damaged and abandoned cargo carts at the outskirts of the city. It was half an hour before they could deposit them to the nearest carpentry. 

"So, can you fix them?" Derek asked.

"Of course." the Ratatta grinned, giving the Chimchar a thumbs up. "Fujihiro craftsmen can fix anything- GAH!"

A large fist slammed down the Ratatta's head, causing him to crumple down to the ground, twitching. A large, burly Salamence had punched the purple Pokemon, his eyes twitching in annoyance. "Did I pay you to slack off Norio? Go and get everything you needed to fix those carts!" he shouted.

"Y-yes boss." replied the Ratatta meekly and scurried off. 

Ardor sweatdropped. 

"Right. Anyway." the Salamence turned to the Quilava and Chimchar duo. "The reparation shouldn't take more than four hours." he said. "But given our increasing amount work for the city's reparation-"

"I understand." Ardor nodded.

The Salamence let out a tight smile. "Well-"

"Fujihiro-san!"

A tick mark appeared over the dragon's head. He whipped his head around, and glared at the Bagon that had run up to him. "What is it?" he said impatiently. "I have a customer here, can't you see?"

"Wha- oh." the Bagon blinked. "Er... well, you have a letter from aunt." he said after stammering a bit.

Fujihiro blinked. "Ah." was all he said before he turned and quickly went towards the two story building across the large yard. "Fill in for me for awhile, alright?" he shouted before he disappeared through the door.

The Bagon rolled his eyes. "He's always like that." he said, answering Derek's confused look. "Well, what can I do for you?" he asked.

Ardor nodded towards the carts to the side of the yard. "That. But one of your co-workers was going to help us with the repairs." he said, looking over Norio who had brought over two more workers with him -a bored looking Zebstrika and a Marshtomp. 

The Bagon followed Ardor's line of sight and nodded. "Well, I guess I'll help out then." he said as the group of three 'mons approached the two Hunters. "Well, you two could head out for awhile. The reparation will take hours."

"Yeah. We know." Derek nodded. "So, three hours. Is that okay?"

"It'll be fine." the Ratatta from before replied, setting down the equipment down to the ground. "Right. Let's get to work. Ethan-kun, you can help Dai-kun with the wheels." he said to the Marshtomp, who sighed. 

"I told you just to call me Ethan, didn't I?" the water type said. 

Norio shrugged. "Can't help it." 

"You sure you won't need help?" Ardor offered. The Zebstrika turned to look at them, scrutinizing the two fire types with his electric blue eyes. 

"Normally, we wouldn't let strangers into the yard, but since you asked," he drew out a long exhale. "I think it's fine."

"Er... wouldn't you anger the boss, Mason-kun?" the bandana clad Ratatta said in a worried tone, already touching the bump on his head. 

"They are our customers," Mason said, frowning. "I'm sure Fujihiro wouldn't mind."

"...if you say so then..."