The dragon was napping, dreaming of biting down on some meat, when he opens his lidded eyes. “Night Warden, what do you want?” He asks.

“Do you have the newest issue?” He tries to say discreetly.

The dragon lets out a sigh, huffing out some smoke, “Which ones, The Lusty Maiden, or Delicate Rose Petals?” The dragon asks.

The night warden raises a hand to his face. “My, not those. I was speaking of you know… The other ones… The third ones…” He says.

The dragon raises an eyebrow. “The Baby Blues?” He asks.

The night warden lets out a sigh. “I’m looking for the latest issue of Shadow Seeds.” He says, in defeat. “Also an issue of Delicate Rose Petals.” He says his hand plopping down a large bag of gold.

The dragon frowns. “The latest issue isn’t in yet. I still haven’t figured out the next level.” He admits, before puffing out some smoke, “But now that you mention in, maybe an eternal honeypot, should be thrown into the mix.” He says.

The Night Warden begins to rub his arms. “Are you serious man? I came all the way here for it…” He says before closing his mouth.

The dragon smiles. “You almost dropped it.” He says. “It will be out soon. For now, take your issue of Delicate Rose Petals.” He says, waving his tail, picking up and dropping the third issue...

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Into the Night Warden’s hands. “Thank you.” He says before disappearing.

The Night Warden doesn’t eat often, but when he does, he knows how to savor it.

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Jarome Assel walks over. “You know, you should start in the slave trade. They could use a dragon like you.” He says.

The dragon huffs a cloud of smoke, “Too easy. That’s the thing with you desert dealers, its always hit, hit, boom, with you guys; you gotta start with the rumble of thunder, make your instrument squeal, leave a last breath, as a seed for the future.” He says, rebuking the man.

Jarome Assal shakes his head, “You need to wake up, the real world calls dragon. We deal with real dreams, not with these toys.” He says dropping a wine goblet in his hands.

The dragon smirks. “Would your dreams even let you in.” He asks.

Jarome Assal smirks. “Every time.” He says.

The dragon smirks, puffs out a cloud of smoke, “Quality, my dear Jarome, these treasures are just seeds, but the dreams they offer, are pristine.” He says, smiling.

Jarome shakes his head, ignoring the dragon. “Anyways, I heard you say something about Delicate Rose Petals.” He says.

The dragon lets out a snort cloud of smoke. “Take your issue, and get out.” He says, his tail handing over the fourth issue of Delicate Rose Petals.

The desert healer holds the fourth issue in his hands, touching the delicate cover. “Thanks.” He says, leaving.

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“Here, have some wine my friend.” Kubla Kahn says, offering the emerald mug filled with wine.

“Ah, thank you.” The dragon says, swallowing the contents.

“Anyways…” Kubla Kahn says.

The dragon shakes his head. “The latest issue. Here you go.” He says, swinging his tail to drop off the latest issue of that sweet dream…

“Thanks.” Kublah Kahn says.

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Hikaru sneaks up to the dragon. “Oi, little lizard. Still interested in your yearly delivery?” He asks, presenting a glass bottle filled with liquid.

The dragon’s eyes widen. “The Holy Maiden’s Water of Life…” He says, gulping. “What… What do you want for it…” He asks, sweating.

“I finally want it this time. You've held off for a long time, but I really want it this time, privilege escalation, give it to me.” He says firmly.

The dragon gulps. “Hikaru, you know I’m no longer an administrator, I’ve moved on from that time. “ He says. “Please, lower the price.” He says, feeling thirsty, his throat drying.

“Think about it. I’ll wait.” He says, walking away.

The dragon huffs out a hot breath. “I need to entice him.” He says, grimacing at the work.