You're walking down the street, when you suddenly spy a small booth. It's crooked and looks very much like a quickly assembled lemonade stand. Sitting behind the booth on a very tall stool, you spy a tiny dragon holding a pencil, with other drawing and coloring implements strewn across the table and a stack of paper in front of him.
"Hiiii!" He waves at you rapidly. "You wanna trade awt for awt? I not vewy good, but I twy!" He points at a crooked picture taped to the front of the booth. "This is my wequest this month, so you dwaw it or me and I dwaw something for you, okay?"
He thinks for a moment, rubbing at his chin, "I also take payment for awt.
My dwaings aren't very good though, so I only charge 100 arums."
"Hiiii!" He waves at you rapidly. "You wanna trade awt for awt? I not vewy good, but I twy!" He points at a crooked picture taped to the front of the booth. "This is my wequest this month, so you dwaw it or me and I dwaw something for you, okay?"
He thinks for a moment, rubbing at his chin, "I also take payment for awt.
My dwaings aren't very good though, so I only charge 100 arums."

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