It was just a single egg. Green. Spiked. Clearly of a dragon. Just lying on the ground in front of the church. More specifically, a Christian church. It was in a small bag, bundled gently with a heavy green winter cloak. There was a name written on a single small rectangular sheet of parchment. It was written in very old draconic language. “Oh goodness!” It was a nun, small but plump with slight age