I continue walking around the dead center of the stronghold/city, trying to keep an eye out for anything unusual. The stones were nice and warm under my feet, and it was an appropriately sunny day. Of course, given that the area is in the middle of a desert, these things were completely normal, as was the horribly dry air. Unfortunately, water was still one silver at that bar, so I found myself needing the stuff pretty quickly. I was used to the more moist air of the ocean, so this dry air felt horrible to me. It almost felt as if breathing hurt, just due to a lack of moisture in the air. After what felt like hours of walking around in this place, I found something that caught my eye. A black dragon who appeared to be checking around for anyone who might see him. I pretended to not look at him, but he caught on and start to run away for some reason. I started running after the thing at full speed, and somehow caught up to him. "What are you doing?" I asked the dragon, who growled at me and tried to start flying. I tried to jump to get on his back, but I failed miserably, and landed on my face. I then turned back to my teammates, and wait for them to catch up to me before saying "I almost had him... he was looking around, did you see that? Wherever he was going, it HAD to be that Black Smoke gang, or whatever. Ugh, if only I was a little better at jumping on things," I then thought that maybe a green hat would help, somehow... and just dismissed that thought as my brain being a little weird from that fall. I then looked around for Trey as I headed back to that alley where the dragon was at. Maybe it had something to do with something.