Argus walked through the jungle with motive; their form resounded with the clattering of effects that was hung by their suspended maw. A cloth sack that was tearing through the seams. White bone shone through, metal brazen between the linen. It wasn't to big, but bigger than the ordinary dweller of the group.
Argus claimed themselves a small spot amung the hustle of the shops. Argus didn't care for the currency - and a few patrons had expected. The dragon turning away anyone who had nothing but coin - not even allowing them to view the dragon's own wears without at least something interesting ; an item, a scar - stories, tales, argus hoarded them close to their heart ; and was selling other's for a piece of their own.
The stand was set up as a small raised platform which the dragon circled. Wings flaired to block most of it from sight and tail curling around it fully. Within the table-like platform were carved bones with symbols. meant to be for protection ; charms of the dead: to ward against all things, curses, misfortune - whatever some people believed - some of them were true to the beast.
Along the dragon's tail a placard read
BONE SHOP