Its little head was clearly calculating the pros and cons of this deal.
After a moment, it seemed to make a decision. It reluctantly lifted a foreclaw and carefully scraped it across its fluffy belly.
With a few barely audible clicks, twelve silver scales, each the size of a baby's palm and shimmering with a moonlight-like luster, rolled onto the tabletop like pearls.
After doing all this, Moonlight immediately looked at Raylo with pleading eyes, a whining sound of urgency rumbling in its throat.
"Your math is pretty good, little one!"
Twelve roasted geese for twelve Dragon Scales. Not a single one extra.
Raylo, satisfied, carefully collected the Dragon Scales and placed them in a small leather pouch he had prepared earlier.
He rubbed Moonlight's large head as a reward for its cooperation.
"Alright, dig in."
With permission granted, Moonlight let out a joyful low roar and, casting all restraint aside, dove headfirst into the Roasted Goose Mountain.
