Azalea Town

A town that smells of charcoal and damp wood, wedged between the forest and the well. It lives off making Poké Balls by hand — Kurt carves the Apricorns one at a time and takes offence if you mention mass production — and off respecting the Slowpoke, who have been sitting on the same stones for centuries. They say that when a Slowpoke yawns, it rains. Nobody in Azalea laughs at the saying.