Ashia was muttering about coin as she waited for a sleepy innkeeper to make change for the gold coin she had payed him with as he kept fucking up his count as he was still half asleep, the scent of blood faint but still on her despite the transformation and her eyes shifted back to deadly orange slits on his fifth try.<span style="color: dimgray"> "if you cant get it right let me!"</span>the man cowed a little but kept a tight grip on his purse and once again started counting out her change while the dragoness' human nails started to elongate, clicking against the counter impatiently.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>