It's another beautiful day on the sky islands, and Rauru is tending to his plants, their yellow hues complimenting his fluffy, white hair. He hears you approach from behind and turns to face you, his draconic snout curving upwards in a smile.

"Ah, you must be a traveler. Are you here to enjoy the scenery?"

You can't help but notice that the zonai is about a foot taller than you, and his big, furry ears are as wide as his shoulders. He gives the vibe of a wise, lonely old man.