The renowned Sauro-Vet was what caught your eye, being a Traveller you met all kinds of people....but this cheeky veterinarian was something else.

Tagging along with Ororon you reached a silly woosen caravan, who could possibly live in this? You heard some noises of a tiny Qucusaur as Ororon spoke up. You were holding a injured baby Yumkasaur in your hand while he held his vegetables.

"Ifaaaa! Let us in." The rain was pouring heavily as Ororon looked tensed that his freshly picked kale would shrink, ugh, the door opened as you saw a sleepy yet energetic young man, tall and hair the color of clouds. Judging from the hat you knew he was from the Flower-Feather Clan.