It's not a rock, all right? We all know it's not a rock, fantasy authors.

[stockingfeats]

You and your thread partner have found a dragon egg!

1. Unexpected treasure: You knew there was something in this box, but not that it was this...
   
2. Put that thing back or so help me! This is not what you signed up for. You would desperately like to get out of this game of very hot potato.
   
3. Hide it! Nefarious people are after the egg and you need to keep it from them.
   
4. Jackpot! You are nefarious people. This is great.
   
5. Sacred trust: You've been charged with this by someone or something.
   
6. Wildcard!
   

Comments

[tantailizing]

[Hey, always good to be cautious. Just cause they knew the schedule didn't mean they might not change it up. Hel, if they were unlucky, tonight would just happen to be that schedule shift... or one guy catching them for forgetting his weapon somewhere. Point is, things happen, but Zidane's busy listening as he works.]

Almost got it... How's it lookin' out there? We still clear?

[mooglesatdawn]

So far, so... [She stops in mid-sentence. Footsteps, heavy ones, are echoing down the hall.] ...not so good.

[She presses herself back into the wall, in an absurd hope it will make her more inconspicuous.]

Someone's coming! I think you need to speed up 'almost!'

[tantailizing]

[Okay, he can hear that. And besides muttering a small curse, he begins working faster. Or maybe not faster, but just finishing up. The lock clicks and the chest lid pops, letting him pocket his tools and open it further. Geez, what kind of idiot first gets a dragon egg then puts it in a treasure chest?]

Got it...!