Nozdormu doesn't need to glimpse into the future to know how the rest of this will play out. Ysera's throwing in her crown, Malygos has taken off, and there's nothing beneficial he can add in without provoking ire in the remaining two.

"Thisss isss a wassste of time." Sand spills from between his bronze scales as he takes to the air once more, wings billowing dust and smoke beneath him. "He isssn't here to ssspeak, only to make a ssshow of himssself."