"I have some daggers and swords, mostly traded in as scrap. I polish off some of better ones for sale. Are you interested? They cost between two to ten gold pieces each, depending on what you buy." The vendor told the female dracon.
Meanwhile...
The copper vendor also sold brass and bronze. This merchant was not as tolerant as the last one...
"Hmph. I've got some for you, mammal, but I'm saving the finest for my OWN kind. You can have some of this if your money is good... I've heard bad things about hairy creatures... you all cut your coins with lesser metals!" The vendor told Torvin. This red dracon had piercing red eyes, long silver horns with unusually sharp ends (he filed them), and the clothing typical of a metalworker...
However, someone more tolerant than himself had heard his little speech...
She sighed to herself. Times were tough for copper salesmen; there was a glut of supply, and the market was depressed, especially since weapons were now almost exclusively made of ferrous or magical metals, and the market for bronzeware was losing out to clay pots and iron tools. In times like this, people looked for a scapegoat, and foreigners were very convenient, especially one with iron and steel loaded on his draft animal... he was "foreign competition" in the vendor's eyes.