Bat-like in fight and like crane-fly in appearance, the humanoid creature swooped around the midnight town, carrying a sack that glowed a blazing gold. It creaked open the orphanage window and, ducking down his bald, domed head, crept in ans perched on the windowsill. After checking this was the right place, he fluttered down on one of the beds, and peered through his tinted goggles at the boy who laid there.

It let the sack fall, and it folded open to reveal the glow came from a dozen or so dragon eggs, dreams.