Bri

If a dragon hatched in the Ashfall Waste was afraid of fire, that would be absurd. It would be doubly absurd if this fear didn't stem from any particular event, it was just a thing some Fire dragons were cursed with. Not like Bri is one of those dragons, of course, what gives you the thought?

After finally mustering the courage to flee the Ashfall Waste - er, venture out into the world, because this imperial is an extraordinarily brave individual - Bri transferred her metalworknig inclination into general craftsmanship. Alas, giant imperial hands are not conductive to carving out finer details. Having always liked the beastclans more than her fellow dragons, she sought their help. They offered assistance in a heartbeat. Bri still isn't sure if they're aiding her out of genuine kindness or fear of what she'd do to them if they resisted.

Regardless, they're the finest wares in all of Sornieth - or so Bri tells potential customers. Oh, and no refunds! It's not a bad living for a hack of a dragon. And those rumors about her being a formidable foe if unhappy customers try to complain? All fake. Shh.