Telanora smiled and nodded, taking the leather pouch of gold. "Thank you," he said, bowing his head. "I try to get as few holes as possible in my kills but, unfortunately, sometimes my teeth or claws have to be dug in to get a good grip on the kills. Thank you for this." The draconian stood about 6 feet tall and had to bend his head a little to keep from hitting the spines on his head on the ceiling. He looked over at Alanna and smiled, keeping his wings tucked in close to make himself appear as small as possible so as not to seem threatening. His golden scales glinted brilliantly in the sunlight. Then, he tilted his head. "I do have a question, actually," he said. "Would you give me anything for one of my scales? I mean, they aren't real gold but dragon scales were quite valuable in my home wor-... I mean uh... Homeland. Mostly for their durability and hardness. They work very well as a material to create armor or shields, though not quite as good for weapons... Unless you know how to craft them right."