The party ventures into a small town after their latest expedition, only to find that the towsfolk are in an uproar. The mayor tells the party about the "cursed beast of darkness" which rises from its burrows to the north and flies over the hapless village dropping flaming missles from his bowels. As the players pass by the mayor's house, they note the gruesome stench. Gobs of acid-spitting larvae still snake through the burnt ruins. To make a long story short, the witch of the wyrmwoods which surround the village has cast a curse upon the foul dragon who used to be a nature loving and solitary beast. Now, in his incontinence, he regards the town as his private toilet. Furthermore, the curse has also reduced his intelligence by, oh say, 15 points perhaps. "Aww... duh... you mean you know ahh... I wasn' a 'spose to poop der... dahhhh!"