"Hm? How much is this one?" Salama holds up a small silver pendant with a small green gem encrusted in the middle. The red scales up her arm glisten in the sunlight.

"20,000 gold. No less. No more. Prices are firm." The shopkeeper says with a smirk.

"T-That much? That's a little expensive." She puts the small pendant back on the table, being sure to be very gentle.

The shopkeep ghasps and and looks at her. "I should have known better than to trust draconian scum. You scratched it!"