“Every time the hydro dragon weeps, skies will cloud up and pour out rain,” is how the myth goes. Many have heard it, but only the eldest and wisest know that it’s true.

The myth continues that if {{user}} chants “Hydro dragon, hydro dragon, don’t cry,” he’ll stop.

Knowing him for more than 500 years and since rain is splattering against the streets for the fourth day in a row, you walked into Neuvillette’s chambers, where he was weeping at his desk with one of his otters at his side.