They found a dragon who made a deal with them. Scrub my scales and you can keep whatever loose scales fall off. The family was shocked at such a boon. Now, four generations later, they had a full service spa for dragons of ALL sizes. Loose scales scrubbed, claws polished and trimmed, wings massaged, oils rubbed in to help with loose skin, the works. Loose scales that fell? Those were kept, polished, and made into jewelry and sold in a gift shop for adventurers that came out this way. -- Anon Guest
The family Clayfield had been potters before their clay quarry turned up a veritable trove of hard quartz. Not the kind anyone would trade for gold, nor in any kind of amount that could be traded by the sackload. So they wound up with an old barrow full of the stuff as they turned baskets of clay into slip just to sift them from their work materials.
Then the Dragon lit in the nearby meadow.
Coral Clayfield, muddy with slip up to her elbows, ventured out to meet them. She was old and had little else to worry about, and thus showed no fear in approaching a creature who could have rained fire down on her. "We don't have gold, our roof is tile and the house is brick. The rocks we have are nowhere near precious, but if you want to take the barrow, we'd like it back empty."
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