His responses only served to confuse Era more. He sounded like such a scared, pitiful little thing. But his story didn’t make sense and the change was so sudden from what he’d been only moments before.
Honestly curious, Era asked, “What do you mean you mean by saying that you needed my scales to buy food. Surely you must have some sort of monetary exchange system. I know you do. People use gold, not dragon scales. Why would you need my scales?”
The idea was rather frightening. The man – Edgar – had hunted her, could have killed her had he only known what he was doing, all for her scales? Surely she shed those often enough. Were he to haunt the areas she frequented, he would probably find one eventually. Perhaps ever few years even.
Growing weary, Era set him down again – still restrained but right-side-up now. However, she did have the foresight to place him well beyond reach of the weapons that littered the ground.