Cinna had a pile of comissions nearly as tall as he was, but he also had a soft spot for the dragons. And, if he was being honest, Iskeria's request had been waiting much longer than some of the others here. That was why he'd sent a note to the dragon, inviting her to drop by -- though how, exactly, a dragon "dropped by," he wasn't sure. They seemed to do a decent job of integrating themselves into the flow of the city, for all their size.

He waited for Iskeria to arrive. Across his worktable, he'd spread a variety of fabrics he thought the dragon might enjoy. Lots of red and gold, of course, but some other bright jewel-tones as well. All fine silk. Cinna knew his audience, after all.