Commission for corydonn

A monk's feet stumble upon the empty shell of fallen armor on the roadside, and somehow spots a now tiny Dragonborn slipping out from his open toed boot. Did the monk somehow shrink the former giant of a dragon, or did he merely stumble upon him at the last minute the moment he began to stir. All we know now is that he's spotted the tiny one by his feet, and can do whatever he wants to the micro.