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Quwibbik sits in hios usual spot in the tavern, annoyed as usual with his minimal gain in the arena.  If only the Nimbus had a loophole.... 

"Hey, have you heard about the dragon on the loose?" says a small man at a nearby table. 
"Yeah, they claim he's gone off the deep end and killed few monsters.  So what?" replys his compatriat.  "The Nimbus just revives 'em."
"Normally, but they say he buries 'em alive and they dies of starvation.  The Nimbus don't bring you back from dying of age, now do it?  He could nab anybody in the southern corner."

They turn to see the small goblin and smile.  "You don't mean to say you gonna beat up a dragon?  You out of your bloomin' mind?  "
"Hey, he's one o' 'em Gladiators they say.  And a real good one at that," interupts the other man.  "He lurks in the southern field.  Nothin' much but farmland down there."

Quwibbik quickly heads on towards the farmlands in the southern district.  It isn't hard to find; it's the only large sandpit in the city.  He sees the dragon, only human sized, sitting and talking to a hydra that has been buried neck(s) deep in sand.  What the dragon doesn't realize, though, is that the creature appears to have stopped moving and could only be dead.  As Quwibbik approaches, The dragon turns up.

"Why!  New friends?  Come, I have so much to talk about.  Don't you love the weather?  My other friends never want to talk about it, but it has been so odd latley, don't you think?  The rain pattern are off from last years and the snow is unseasonal so early, but of course...."

The creatuire continues to ramble as he prepares a pit about goblin sized as well as another pit big enough for a Yeth hound and an Ogre.

Plains map, just sand instead of grass.  You are in corner 2, he is default in corner 4.  You go first.

I assure you, is is a full dragon.  It scales shine in the brillance of the sun, makeing it almost hard to see its true color, but you do see it has an odd cloak and a number of scrolls laid out in front of it.  It quickly reads one, though it doesn't seem to interupt the things continuing stream of talk.

"Oh torture, goodness no.  I was just talking to these fine fellows about the weather.  Of course, they seem to have gone to sleep," he says, indicatin the skeleton of several monsters, "but they have very good thoughts on the unique cold front coming in from the north.  After all, usually they come from the east due to the coast, but the northern winds and snow from the north probably pushed...."

The ranting continues as the spell finishes. 

Quibbik flies in as the dragin's continual stream of talk goe on, even through the castig of another scroll.

"Now my dear brother was an excellant conversationalist,  He could talk the ears of a halfing and say nothing of value at all!  Now our conversation has much more merit.  After all, the value of the pressure waves to out curretn society cannot be undervalued.  If only more people would come and listen to my seminar, I imagine we would have an entire network of predictive weather services!  No more "freak" storms and the like, we could predict every burst of wind...."