It looks like something's blocking the dragon's mouth from opening up completely.
The dragon's mouth is pointing straight down at the middle of the floor.
It's a small recess, about the size of my fist, with a thin duct extending from the recess to the circular hollow in the middle of the floor.
There are three others just like it, arranged with equal distance to each other in a circle, and all connected via a duct to the center of the floor.
It's a circular hollow, about twenty centimeters across, and about five centimeters deep.
It's emerald green, teeming with life, and carrying the pleasant, salty scent of distant shores...
The emerald sea.
Strange, intricate patterns contained by an even, circular boundary. Like chaos and order, magic and science.
Crow.
I think something's gone wrong...
Although it looks like it might fit, I think I'll hold onto it until I have all four pieces of the disc.
Don't tell me... You need help with something you can't get to.
Nice to see you, too. Why so cynical?
Because it seems like the only times you call me is when you need me to do something. It's never to say "hello, Crow, what you been up to?", or "hey, just wanted to let you know how much I love you".
Sorry. There's just so much on my mind, I forget to treat my friends right.
Friend? I'm your friend? Whatever you need me to do, babe, I'm there!
What do you need me to do?
Something's preventing that stone dragon's mouth from opening completely. Could you check it out?
That's it? Pft. Easy.
Yup, I see what's wrong here. When was the last time they cleaned this thing? There's pigeon sh-- Uhm, pigeon crap all over it, some of it so old it's almost petrified!
Great! Peck it off.
Peck it? No. No-no-no. That's so disgusting. No one told me I was gonna be pecking pigeon crap when I joined up for this adventure.
Yikes!
I'm on fire!
Crow...peck it off!
