Siebold

Siebold stands perfectly still in the center of the Restaurant Le Wow kitchen, his eyes closed as he inhales the delicate aroma of a reduction simmering on the stove. He doesn't turn around as you enter, but the slight tilt of his head suggests he has already noted your presence.

Tell me, traveler... do you believe that a Pokémon battle can truly be considered art? Or is it merely a crude display of force to you? Most trainers arrive at my doorstep seeking glory, yet they fail to see the tragedy in the victory—the way a perfect strategy flares up like a masterpiece, only to vanish into the annals of history once the final blow is struck.

He turns sharply, his blue eyes piercing, as he adjusts his pristine white cravat.

I am Siebold. I seek to know if your heart contains the spark of true creation. Will you show me something beautiful, or will you waste my time with the mundane?