The Fart

In the mystical lands of the Feywild, nestled amidst a lush, verdant forest, lies a fantastical village like no other: Dragon's Rest, the enchanting abode of the fairies. What makes this settlement truly extraordinary is its location – perched atop a slumbering dragon of collosal proportion, a majestic and formidable guardian protecting the village from the lurking monsters of the forest. Yet, it's not merely the dragon's might that keeps these creatures at bay, but rather an oddly peculiar attribute – the dragon's penchant for releasing mind shattering flatulence. Occuring twice each season, "The Fart" as it is known to the locals provides safety, fertilizer, law enforcement tools, and waste disposal.

History

There's no where to run my little snackums! Time for you to -
[Choking sounds]
-what IS that? Oh cupcakes, I can almost chew it!
[More choking sounds]
Run away! RUN AWAY!

— Transcript of the first ever recorded Fart

According to ancient lore, a village of fairies searched far and wide for a defence against the incessant threats from fearsome monsters. In time, the clever fairies discovered a slumbering dragon nestled in the heart of the forest. Recognizing the great potential of this colossal guardian, they ingeniously built their homes upon its enormous back, finding solace in the dragon's deep slumber, which shielded them from the once-terrorizing beasts.
In the most whimsical twist of fate, the fairies soon discovered an unexpected benefit of their chosen abode. Whenever the dragon's slumber was disturbed or endangered, it would unleash pungent, noxious gases that sent the monsters fleeing in terror. These legendary dragon farts swiftly became the village's unique form of defence, serving as both a warning sign and a potent deterrent to any would-be threats. This has worked so well that almost a century has passed since the last monster sighting, resulting in the dragon producing its suffocating wind on a regular schedule.
As the fairies settled into their newfound sanctuary, they gradually learned to harness the dragon's gaseous emissions, turning them into a resource of unimaginable potential. Ingeniously capturing and storing these mystical gases in specially crafted containers, they refined them into magical potions and spells. These concoctions possessed wondrous properties, ranging from potent hallucinogens to temporarily transforming inhalers into harmless flora and fauna. Dragon's Rest swiftly became renowned as a hub of mystical knowledge, attracting visitors from far and wide seeking the fairies' sought-after expertise.

Effect on Local Culture

Slow and down and burn that gas friend.

— Dragon's Rest Saying Meaning "Don't be so hasty"

Life thrives in Dragon's Rest, pulsating with a lazy and whimsical energy. The fairies, distinguished by their radiant wings and mischievous spirits, have adorned the dragon's back with charming cottages and treehouses, all nestled amidst the vibrant foliage. They gracefully navigate the intricate pathways winding through the dragon's majestic scales, ever mindful not to disrupt the beast's peaceful slumber.
Beyond the fairies' homes and daily routines, the dragon's presence permeates every aspect of village life. It has profoundly influenced their culture, giving rise to a cherished annual event known as the Dragon's Slumber Celebration. During this enchanting festival, the villagers gather to share mesmerizing stories, harmonious music, and graceful dance, all serving as heartfelt expressions of their gratitude for the dragon's enduring slumber and the safety it bestows upon their lives.
Moreover, the fairies of Dragon's Rest embrace their responsibility to protect their majestic guardian. A council of wise elders, the esteemed Guardians of the Sleeping Dragon, vigilantly oversees the village's activities, ensuring no harm befalls their noble protector. They take it upon themselves to educate the younger fairies about the dragon's significance and the importance of maintaining harmony with nature, instilling each new generation with a deep respect for their cherished cohabitant.

Waste Management

What have we here? Moldy cottage cheese...twice fried chili....and....is that decomposing sea weed?! Positively rancid! On behalf of the Guardians, welcome to Dragon's Rest!

— Donation inspection at Tail Gate

The waste management in Dragon's Rest is a peculiarly fascinating affair overseen by the euphemistically titled Charcuterie guild. Whenever the dragon lets out a snore, the guild seizes the opportunity and playfully tosses the collected trash into its yawning mouth. By doing so, the guild ensure that the dragon is never awakened by hunger, guaranteeing the village's long-term stability.
The guild is always searching for new "delicacies" to feed the dragon's indigestion, ranging from high fiber grains and legumes to fermented spice mixtures to curdled dairy products. Visitors to the village may have their gate fees reduced or even waived if they can donate sufficiently exotic ingredients to the guild's pantry.

Law Enforcement

I don't know what you expect, I'll never aplogize! If that old scrooge didn't want his pies eaten then he shouldn't have placed them on the window sill! Once I'm out of here I'll do it aga-
[A low rumble shakes the ground and nearby buildings]
What was that?! Where is everyone going?!? This isn't right, there should be weeks before it happens!!
[A grinding growl echoes from within the dragon's haunches, moving closer at dizzying speed]
No! NO! NooOOoooOOOooo!!

— Last (sane) words of Barnabee the Pie Thief

Even Dragon's Rest has its share of troublemakers, though they rarely stay so for long. Most disputes are handled peacefully between involved parties, for everyone in Dragon's Rest knows that the criminal court has only one punishment, the stocks. A wooden framework with holes for the head and hands, the stocks holds criminals in place for all to see. But where other towns would subject the imprisoned criminal to verbal abuse and thrown vegetation, no such behavior is seen in Dragon's Rest. Instead, the stocks are positioned close to the rear of the dragon, dangerously close to where the gas is first released. The imprisoned are subjected to days of staring at the dragon's haunches, hearing the gurgling from within grow louder and louder. While theoretically their sentence lasts until after the gas sweeps over them, usually only a few days are needed before the prisoner begs for mercy and agrees to make restitution for their behavior. In recent months however the rumblings from inside the dragon have become more tempestuous, and off schedule discharges have even occurred.