Burnish

The world of Sornieth pulses with a bustling system of trade. Coins and gems, food and tools, crafts and luxury, these commodities fuel the pipeline. The rarer, the better. The rarer, the more sought out they become.

Dragon scales are tough, practically impenetrable and most possess fire-resistant properties. They glisten in Sornieth's sun, light dancing off the surface. The dragons recognize the beauty of their own scales.

In a twist of irony, with how many dragons live on Sornieth, obtaining their scales is challenging.

Some are vain, some don't care;
some give a little away, some lose them on a way;
some scoff, some don't

Burnish paved her way to wealth with her scales unlike the world has ever seen. Her scales are a little frail: they flake off with her powerful flap of wings. They turn to dust at the slightest touch of many curious eyes drawn to the spectacle. In the rising sun, the dark gold glimmers with captivating teals.

Can I attach them to the clothes? Asks the tailor.
Can I bind them to the armor? Asks the blacksmith.
Can I use them in paint? Asks the painter.
Can I sprinkle them in gems? Asks the jeweller.

Yes, she nods, yes you may.

But how when they turn into nothing? They ask Burnish.

Do not worry, the elongated claw on her thumb flicks a piece of her scales off, I have a way.