Barclay raised an eyebrow at the request. He knew why Kent would want a dragon scale - it was an item of immense power, something to fuel the most intricate of enchantments - but his reasons for saying no the first time had not changed.
"You know why I said no the first time, Kent?" he asked, tipping his head sideways. The grass, meanwhile, kept growing, taller and taller. You could almost hear it. "Ashton has not realized you're an alchemist, he just knows you're a witch. But if he knew you could fashion gold out of thin air, he would never let you go. You would become the pet of a dragon, required to sing for your supper. A bird in a golden cage. Do you want that to happen?"