Outside Robichaud et Fils Steel Foundry, Quartier-Ouvrier, Evening of April 23rd, 770
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It looked more like a work of art than an actual egg. An oval shape about six inches at the longest side, it was forged out of steel and was still warm to the touch. Not hot, merely noticeably warm. The sides were engraved with what appeared to be the same phoenix you had most recently been speaking with, a flurry of flames and shadows twisted into a distinctly avian shape. There were scenes on it as well, scenes which appeared to commemorate the situation at the foundry, with tipping furnaces and fleeing workers, and two shapes that might have been Mercator and Lia as well. Looming behind the furnaces was a shadowy shape with two feline eyes, though little more could be determined from the egg. Certainly, it was a work of beauty. The engraving was incredibly delicate, more like a painting than metalwork. It was beautiful. It was quite likely priceless.Mercator wrote:Approaching it rather gingerly, Mercator holds one hand over it, then licks two fingers and tries a brief probing touch. Frowning, he takes out his pocket handkerchief, folds it over itself, and uses it to pick up the egg, bowing to it slightly as he does so.
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