He couldn't take the oasis. So he sits in the dunes and takes from everyone who walks away from it.
Every night the wind howls past the black rock ring around Zharessin Oasis, and Oshenne Zephrain, an air genasi elder of the council of shamans, tilts her head and listens. She gives the sound first, what she thinks it asked second, and never claims to know who is speaking.
Every stone along the ring turns cold after sunset except one. It has been keeping a seat warm for you.
Rhazik Skyscale is the bronze dragonborn chieftain of Zharessin Oasis, a calm, unhurried leader who keeps the desert's peace by listening first. He receives every guest seated, and he is far more dangerous than he lets anyone see.
Do not try to kill it. Find the way out first, and count how many of its heads are already awake.
Pandara Hornfall is a brass dragonborn who captains the escort patrols Zharessin Oasis sends through the Endless Expanse's most dangerous stretches. She counts every traveler at dawn and dusk, and she keeps walking beside a column until the last wagon is through.
Anyone who staggers into Zharessin Oasis half-dead from the sun wakes to the same sound: Jheri Dunebloom talking. The brass dragonborn remedy-crafter keeps her patients chatting, because a slurring word tells her more than a pulse ever will.
The sailors say the squall comes first and the bird follows. The old hands know it is the other way around.
In a desert where every landmark drifts, the one hollow that never moves is not a waypoint. It's a nest.
It's only an afternoon, love. I'll hold it for you. You'll never miss it.
The cove is quiet, the tide is slack, and something beneath the boat has just learned the sound of your oars.