Ingram had been waiting all day for the rest of the trainers to arrive, and he was satisfied with the turnout. Eleven in total now sat in front of him, idling with their Pokemon out as they waited for him to say something of consequence. The leaves wisped through the room on shallow whirlwind as if to signal his intention to begin the meeting.
He stopped pacing and faced the crowd before him, letting out a quiet sigh before speaking.
"You all know why you're here." Ingram looked around at the crowd before continuing. He was particularly drawn to their faces, seeing in them a will to fight unlike many he had dealt with in recent months. Maybe these people actually stood a chance. Maybe..
"The green feral mass, as we've come to call it, has been advancing upon us all month long, moving closer to Haven with every attack. They are comprised mostly of rock, steel, and ground type Pokemon and almost always incite sandstorms in their wake. This means that any plan of attack or defense against them is two-pronged." Ingram paused momentarily, catching the eyes of everyone in the room to ensure that he had their undivided attention.
"First, we must seek out the source of the storm - either a Hippowdon or God-forbid a Tyranitar. Second, we must eliminate it and change the weather with one of our own Pokemon. I do not know exactly which Pokemon each of you have, but I know that it is not within my Pokemon's power to change the weather; I pray that one of you can say otherwise."