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You climb the machinery's console and pry the metal grating with all your might. The grating comes loose and you drop the gnawed metal panel to the floor. You now see the creature that was inside: a small drakeling.
The baby dragon looks at you calmly. Small fumes of smoke exhale from its nostrils, but you don't sense aggression. A closer inspection reveals it's wearing a collar with a tag inscribed "Toasty". You found her. The warnings on those posted notes make sense. Yet you have a spark of intuition to pick up the drakeling like a puppy.