Advice used: Include Manfred (don't worry, we'll see more of this character)
On the docket: Magic

April 9, 1845.

     “Manfred!” A bombastic voice sounded through the room, followed shortly by Manfred Blizkin rounding the corner and moving into the lounge. “Yes, sir?” the young, scruffy looking servant asked. Ralph turned to him and asked him “Could you fetch us some tea?” pausing afterwards to give him a poignant look and remarking “A butler must not only act professional, but look the part as well”. Manfred straightened up immediately, “Y-yes sir! Right away sir!” he spoke before walking off. “You have a servant?” Edward asked, figuring his uncle must be rich indeed, if he could afford service. “Oh no, no not at all. You see, the university trains butlers, some real world experience is good for them, so I offered to take them in, you see?” Edward quickly lost interest though, and instead returned his attention back onto the egg. “So, uncle-” But he was stopped, and Ralph interjected, “Please, do call me Ralph”. “Uhm, sure, Ralph” Edward hesitantly said. “...Regardless, how do you know it's a dragon?” Ralph sat back into his recliner, crossed his arms over his chest, folded one of his chubby legs over the other and said “Boy, let me tell you a story....”

March 30, 1845.

     It all started with a deafening blow, one which shook the entire house. I shot up in my bed. “By the queen's beard! What was that?!” I yelled. Rubbing my eyes, I looked around. It seemed to have come from the roof, and my suspicion was confirmed when shortly after, thuds could be heard hitting my roof. They were moving to the back of the house, until it seemed to reach the end. Then I heard something slam into the garden, though not as hard as I had expected. Of course, I quickly shot on some pants and a shirt, and then quickly made my way down the stairs. From here I could see something moving outside, something big. As I walked by the fireplace, I grabbed a fire poker before moving to the back door, where I paused for a moment. I pushed my ear to the door to see if I could hear any voices or see how many burglars I could make out, but instead I only heard a deep rumbling groaning noise. I opened the door slowly and peeked out my head. There stood over one and a half meters tall, on four legs, looking directly into my eyes, a bloody dragon!

     I reeled back, of course, but in doing so, I accidentally pushed the door out. The dragon looked away, clearly not interested in me. I tried gripping the fire iron harder, but then I noticed I had lost it by the door. I stood there for a while before I could calm myself down and gathered the courage to take a closer look. I took a few steps, but I could not push myself past the door frame, so I opted to stay there. It seemed it had been wounded and was bleeding, it also seemed to be carrying what seemed to be an egg. It was sand-coloured, as was the egg, with stripes of red streaking down it's left flank. Then, it moved. It set the egg in front of it, stepped back, and then it spat fire over the it! Needless to say, I was quite startled by this turn of events. Suddenly my lawn went from not-on-fire to emitting crackling sounds and a yellow glow! It didn't seem to spread though, so I left it for what it was, choosing to observe for the time being.

     It continued scorching my lawn for a while, and I dared not move beyond the doorpost, nor did I want to walk away, so instead, I stood there for what felt like half an hour until the dragon perked up, as if it noticed something. Then I heard it too, rowdy voices in the night, visually distressing the dragon. Suddenly, it wasn't hard figuring where the wound had come from. It looked at it's egg, then it looked at me, and... I swear, I heard it speak. It's not any language any human could mouth, but there was intent to the sounds it made, it tried to tell me something. Then... it took off, leaving me with the egg.