The Ursaring tribe was not particularly impressive, all things considered. 47 people, 3 Ursaring and a few Teddiursa, as well as a few smaller pokemon. Mostly common normal and plant types.

Five wooden long houses and a stone wall all around the hill fort, the usual defenses expected of a small tribe, were not particularly impressive either.

All of that meant it was a good place for Mera to trade. Places like this one were too small and out of the way for big trading caravans to stop by, had too little power to risk attacking strangers and were usually in need of all sorts of things. Too much so to attack a lone trader.

Mera whistled and moments later her Rookidee flew towards her. None of the tribesmen paid much attention to the little bird. It was fast, strong and the best Rookidee Mera had managed to breed...sort of. Then a Pidgey joined the Rockidee and they started racing towards her, as usual. She wasn't sure whether she should wait another generation to train a few birds, but watching these two fly at break neck speeds unseen in wild specimen made her proud.

Even if her little breeding project had mostly been an accident.

Maybe she should wait for these birds' descendants.

With a huff, she placed her heavy backpack down and spread a rough woolen cloth on the ground in the middle of the small settlement to spread her wares.

Crude Pokeballs she had cobbled together from Apricorns of all types were her main trading good, but herbs from further away and salt were also among her wares. A bracelet made from hells and colorful stones she had found in the mountains to the south would make nice jewelry, but she couldn't depend on such uncertain sales.

As soon as her wares were spread out the tribespeople gathered around her and started talking. Mera understood, a bit at least, but it was hard to follow the rapidly spoken sentences.

"Slow. Foreign." Mera said loudly inntheir language. "Want Seeds, Food, Metal, Cloth, Leather."

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The words directed at her got slower and fewer then, with a lot more pointing. Several people rushed home to get trading goods.

There was no real currency, unfortunately, but there was always something to trade. And, as usual, most of the attention was directed at the small pile of black balls. Heavy balls, for heavy pokemon. The most expensive and most sought after because these types of people always assumed the biggest, heaviest pokemon were the best. That assumption was not entirely wrong, of course, many of the biggest and heaviest pokemon were strong. The lack of education meant people often failed to realise that heavy weight and strong defenses were not all there was to power though.

Not that she cared.

The level ball was also fairly popular since catching a baby pokemon was pretty easy with them.

The other balls were apparently of little interest, as usual.

The tribe traded quite a lot of honey for fifteen heavy balls, four level balls and a sack of salt in the end. She would have to get more salt soon.

Judging by the amount of honey she got the tribe was probably keeping Combee somewhere. No doubt to keep the Ursaring and Teddiursa happy as much as to use it for trade.

Nobody tried to threaten her. A few people talked at her a lot, but her helpless shrug got them to stop.

One of the kids looked like he was about to snatch a ball and throw it at her pidgey, but his father noticed and started berating the boy. Probably angry he would even consider using one of the precious pokeballs on something as common as a small bird.

Heh.

Mera fully intended to actually raise either the rockidee or one of its young soon. She had been dreaming of having a pokemon to actuall fly with ever since she arrived in this world. She kind of doubted the tribe here was even aware of the existence of Corviknight.

Most Rockidee and Pidgey were born and died on their first evolution because they never got the necessary push and survived long enough for that kind of evolution. Not like Teddiursa naturally growing into Ursaring or any of the babies Mera watched growing up to their second form with her own eyes. There were no sudden magical transformations, sadly.

Mera packed up her things after a short hour of trading and left, accompanied by Pidgey and Rookidee who seemed very interested in racing again. Particularly in racing each other.

After a moment of thought Mera decided to start training a few of their babies. After 2 years and two dozen generations their genetics were just better than any wild pokemon had any right to be, but these two had grown up to be much wilder than her personal fighters should be.

Outside the settlement Mera fastened the pack on the saddle, got on her Tauros and was on her way to the next stop.