whether tempest tossed thee here ashore

random event A whine so quiet that only specific hearing will hear it comes from somewhere within the shadows of the Spire’s rubble. Inside where walls have been somewhat destroyed in the center, fanning out around the entrance. There’s something there, something struggling, something young. Trapped beneath a variety of fallen rocks, a young dragon has gotten too close brazen in its explorations, hatching without anything to show it the way to go, it becomes stuck as it tries to escape. It’s tired, weak, and all it can do anymore is softly cry out in the hopes that someone might hear it, might get it unstuck, lest it remain to perish as a memory.