He pat out whatever flames lingered on his armor and tabard, quietly muttering to himself about needing to have it fixed or 'finding that goat kid again' in a way that didn't quite match up to his herald's esteem.

After one last unceremonious sigh, he continued, holding out the box.

"...said quest being, the return of what was taken."

He proffered the sealed box.

"Which I suspect may be your egg."