You're back in your room, turning the dragon orb Maggie gave you over in your hands. The crystalline sphere pulses with an otherworldly energy, its surface warm to the touch despite having been pulled from the cold depths of Rainbow Dragon Cave. The weight of it feels significant - not just physically, but in terms of what it represents. This isn't some trinket; it's genuine dragon essence, possibly torn from the heart of an actual wyrm. And Maggie just... handed it to you like it was nothing. The implications of that gesture settle in as you examine the orb's swirling, luminescent core.