She arched her brows and rested her palms neatly on the pommels of her daggers. Fine, he wants to hear it, she'll tell it. She smirked, knowing he'd never believe it. "During a chaos storm, possibly the one that made it rain blood, a woman had a difficult birth. Several did. This one gave birth to an egg. The Midwives gave it to me. When a Dragon from another world who had originally been from ours came to squat in my apartment, after turning down every possible offer of luxury and opulence, someone tried to kill her by throwing an arcane bomb in my window. The egg hatched, ate the magic in the bomb and kept us from being as destroyed as my home was." At that she made a sour face, pain and anger there. That had been HER home. Her apartment. Paid for with her pathetic pay chits. It was small and cramped and filthy, and it had been hers. And... and now it was gone.