[ Oh, he wasn't expecting the sudden stop. Inertia squishes his face against Guilmon, and he lets out a small, frustrated squeak. He doesn't linger on it for too long, though. ]

So there's more to this place than the town. [ He peers over Guilmon's shoulder, sniffing along. His sense of smell isn't as strong as before, but he'll remember it, at the very least. Carefully scanning along the wall, he points toward a few markings that seem to be more than just drawings. ] The Pokémon who've been here longer—any of them tell you how to read this stuff?