The great wyrm Zeva was pinned to the ground. It thrashed and roared in a pool of its own caustic effluence, but the acid didn't so much as leave a blemish on the drake's glossy scales. That dragon hide was made of some tough stuff.
You couldn't help wondering what other hazards the scales might rebuff.
After all, you figured you came all that way, didn't you deserve a souvenir?