Rezo recognizes the sound of the young man’s voice, although he takes a moment to stay facing up the mountain, listening for any angry goat noises before responding.

Once he’s assured that the goat has been properly routed, Rezo lowers his staff and turns towards Tidus.

“I have dealt with more formidable opponents in the past,” Rezo admits, “But those were often unusual circumstances. I just try to help others with their problems wherever I find them, regardless of the size of their problems.”

So yes, sometimes he fends off monsters and mazoku, but just as often he’s handing out hangover remedies and healing sick kittens. Or, he had been. The last few years of his life had been more focused on research than anything else.

“All that aside, Tidus, how have your labors been going?”