Sly

"Greetings, hatchling," says the coatl. "Do you have a moment?"

"Yes?" I rolled up my latest scroll, eager to learn about Firebrat's mate. I didn't know what to expect.

"Not everything in the hoard is up to his lordship's standards. I've packaged up quite a few bundles of scraps to take to that charming tundra dragon at the Trading Post."

"And you'd like me to help bring them?"

"Well, hm. There is a lot to carry. Have you been to the trading post? I thought I would ask some of the larger dragons, but. Hm. There's a lot of things in there. Bits of cloth, leather, bone, these sorts of things. Paper. Ssssssscroll cases. Hm?"

"Oh!" I looked down at my rolls of paper, then back to her. "We have a lot of that, in the hoard?"

"Yes, yes. Do you think you could help me go through it, and see what it is you need? Firebrat tells me he is over the moon to have someone in the clan who will record our histories."

"He said that, really?"

"He told me that you had an interest. I say it's about time. Now come look through these packages. I think we might just be able to get things cleaned up and packed out today if we work together."