Wings of Fury 2

Zaya had actually moved ahead of Sir Henri as the party marched through the ruins - this was her actual specialty, here, and she had to remind herself to let the rest of the party keep up. It was almost instinctual to move ahead, considering she normally worked with mercenaries who operated under a very strict "first come, first serve" approach.

On spotting the eggs, though, she froze, clearly not expecting that the dragon was a mother. That complicated things. She shook herself out of it when Henri addressed her. "Need to check. Unlikely. Dragon eggs... I think die without the care of a dragon, unless they're. Very close to hatching. Going to find out."

Zaya knelt by the eggs and pulled out a large book, which she quickly flipped through to a page depicting a diagram of a dragon egg. She set that on the ground and carefully lifted up the purple egg, inspecting it, listening at the shell, and so on. After a few minutes of cautious prodding, she lowered it again and turned to the group as a whole, a deeply concerned expression on her face.

"They're going to hatch. Within a week. These eggs are viable. Which means." Zaya glanced at the egg closest to her again. "Baby dragons. Baby dragons that need to be cared for. ...Maybe by us. Who else would? Another dragon, maybe. But we'd need to find one. Not enough time."