A Juvenile Silver/Amethyst Dragon, checking out a trio of humans that came close to his father's den, saw a wondrous item appear seemingly out of nowhere before his eyes about 100 yards before him, and about 200 from the intruders.
/I _should_ tell my dad of these three,/ he thought to himself, /but that object may need protecting from them./
The object spins in the air all on its own for a couple of seconds, then falls onto the ground. Amethyst Dragon comes closer and, after carefully prodding the thing with a stick, picks it up with great curiosity and turns it around in his hand. It's a smooth, fist-sized orb of a greenish hue, warm to the touch, with a deep crack running right through the centre. After holding it for a while, young Dragon feels as if the orb is pulsating in his hand like a warm beating heart. He looks at it transfixed, until he suddenly remembers about the three humans that are now just behind the tall shrubs a few metres away. He can hear them, too, and they do not sound at all dragon-friendly. Indeed, they behave just like a bunch of dragon-hunters father often told him about, so, pocketing the mysterious orb, he tiptoes back into the family cave.
"Father, there are three human men out there! I think they've got Dragon Poison with them!"