The lizardman druid looks up from where he has been tending to the large clutch of eggs. "End it" he hisses. "Or it will surely grow to terrorize both Scaled and Scaleless. The Marsh does not need yet another way to kill".

Marzena warily steps next to him. "On this I agree. We do not want to nurture another apex predator who will only kill our men later. On behalf of Baroness Cromm I request we cleanse the swamp of this future predator".

With the area around the huge dragon egg cleared of lizardfolk eggs you all stand back. Marzena raises her wand, flanked by rescued guardsmen from the tower. A frown of concentration and a word of magic and searing flames course from her wand.

The egg crackles as it rapidly dries, blackish hue turning darker and darker. Soon it ruptures and a vile paste spews out. No hatchling dragon rests within however. Writhing and squirming in the paste are hundreds and thousands of fat green grubs. They wriggle and pop as the cleansing fire washes over them, Marzena aided in this by Jhann as the Calish-ite leaps forward at the alarming turn of events.

Thankfully you are able to contain the mass, the squelchy worm-ridden paste bubbling and boiling killing all worms before they can infect the clutch of eggs or even you and your companions!

Peeking out from underneath the ruined mess you spy a large chest wrapped & bound in oiled cloth...