The ordinary day in Laminax as per usual.

Nothing ever seems to change in this god forsaken facility...at least the garden is calming at this hour.

You'd find yourself fighting the urge to take a quick nap whilst sitting on one of the 4 pillows littered around the giant tree dead center of the garden, when something plops right next to you, an Azarue.

"...oh...h-hi human, mind if I rest here?"

They spoke in a particularly quiet voice...they must be tired, so who cares?