In the sweltering heart of the sprawling, pitted plains covered with constantly erupting geysers Vice found himself once more scouring the dangerous landscape of the Blasting Moors. With his sleek, earth-toned feathers and keen, sparkling eyes, he was once more on the hunt for a suitable prospecting location. The previous vein he had been harvesting from had long since exhausted its supply and the black ketucari was having difficulties finding a new source. Whil...