rolled 14 = 14
A ball of coherent fire and another on the way behind it, and another, he followed them back to a dark square on which a man seemed to stand, hurtling across the sky flanking him were a pair of winged shapes. Another fireball hit and the dragon dropped something shiny into the trees. He ran towards where the thing fell, and as is the nature of these things, found it when a gust of wind dislodged it from the tree branch it was sitting in and dropped fifteen pounds of hard mass on him.
When he woke up later rubbing his head the thing that had hit him was still there. It was on inspection, an egg, but enormous as big as his anvil and a pure shining copper in color, it was also warm. He carried the thing home, a little dazed, and a little excited wondering whether or not it was good luck or bad that he was now in possession of a dragon egg. He walked into his home, put the egg on the mantelpiece, poked at the fire, threw on a log, and hung up his bow.
Then he went up to the study, Mr. Thatcher had been some amazing thing or other in his younger days, Shaun had heard that he’d wandered into town in armor wearing a sword leading a pack-mule loaded with gold and books one day, he bought the house and built the smithy. Missus Thatcher had left the books behind with the house “for something to teach the grandchildren to read with”, Missus Thatcher held the view that reading was important without ever having learned herself. Mr. Thatcher bought most of the books that came through the village. Shaun looked through the collection for a book he’d opened once just to see what would be inside. He found it lurking near the encyclopedia, “the uncommon beasts of the hills and valleys” he let the book fall open in his hands, to…