Eisen slowly walked up to what seemed to be just a rock at first glance. An egg-shaped rock, but just a rock in the end. It wasn't even all that smooth or anything like that. It was really just an ovaloid rock with a deep brown, muddy, murky color and scent to it.
The old man didn't even really know why he thought this was supposed to be Trygan's egg, he just did. He turned his head over toward the young version of Eisen with a curious expression, "Hm... This doesn't seem to be just a metal..." He muttered to himself, "And Material Appraisal doesn't tell me anything? The hell is this supposed to be?"
