"A dragon." But those weren't real, at least back home. Annette stepped just behind Bull, clearly wanting a meatshield in case this went south. The tired look in the dragon's eyes, however, suggested it would not.

"I need your help..." She spoke, voice low and rumbling. "I am dying, and I will need someone to care for my children."

Annette looked around, the crystalline shapes suddenly making a lot more sense. Eggs. Dragon eggs, laying around the dying mother.