Location: Tyrannia
Cost: 150 NP
Operator: Quiggle

A warm, dry wind blows across the plateau. It carries with it the smell of cooked eggs and the rumbling roar of stones exploding far away. On the horizon, smoke billows upward from distant volcanoes. But here in the heart of the Tyrannian Plateau, nothing much is happening.

A Tyrannian Quiggle sits beside the Wheel of Monotony, his expression grim. His sundial wristwatch notes the time, but he rarely bothers to glance at it. He greets all of his customers by encouraging them to spin as hard as they can. Whether that's really a good idea or not is up to the customer to figure out.

After his initial greeting, the Wheelmaster then falls silent, boredom glazing his eyes. The air grows heavy, as though everyone in a three mile vicinity has simultaneously decided that it's naptime. The Wheel of Monotony spins onward behind the Quiggle, showing no signs of slowing down. Ever.

How long has he been standing here? When is his next break? What happens to Rancid Dung Coffee when it goes bad? These are all mysteries that cannot be answered, as the Wheelmaster greets each question with a grunt of annoyance and a finger pointing at his wristwatch. Time will solve all ills, it appears.

Yet for all the misery this Quiggle faces every day, he always straightens up and puts on a smile whenever a new customer approaches. It may not be the most beautiful smile in Neopia, but it's sincere. What could inspire such hope? There must be some truly wonderful prizes to be won...