There's a Benny around here somewhere, tiny dragon form coiled limply on a bench outside the tavern. Nodhi walks through the square, the rogue for once watching the strange sky above. Sky whales, it seems, are new. Bennatsuyu lifts his head to squint at the source movement. "Oh, Nodhi. Good. Are you all right?" The small dragon, probably the approximate size of a young boa constrictor, asks. Nodhi nods. "This one has been talking to people," he says. "And apologizes if you have been lonely." Nodhi comes to sit by Bennatsuyu, offering a hand to pet. "Why do you worry, Bennatsuyu?"