The Litwick grumbled and felt it's wax hiss with loss of heat. It
let out a squeak of panic and began to blow its very small flame,
trying to fix itself.
Gadian growled, fully lost in thought. He put his hands on the top
of his head and struck the ground with his axe, his fur bristling
with wild aggression.
The Litwick noticed the voices talking to the group that just left
and traveled in their direction, trying to listen out for them.
The Litwick faintly felt the presence of the strangers and gasped,
rushing into the hotel. It found a button to press to request to
talk to the group and pressed it.