There is now a somewhat large dragon in the oasis who seems to be sunning himself instead of taking to the shade. He had been looking at the bazaar before, and spoke with another one of his kind, before taking off and looking for a place from which to drink.

After having had his fill of that sweet-tasting, thirst-quenching water, he has taken it upon himself to rest and get as much warmth of the sun as he can.

He is comfortably resting on the ground, wings folded and legs neatly tucked beneath him. All safe for his tail, which is just languidly swishing about from side-to-side in the air.

Dare you approach him?