"Alright!" Bellowed Amethyst from within the barn. Barnabas peered around the door, his mind boggled as he did-so. The stone floor was layered, at least two feet deep, with gold coins.
"I don't see any precious gems." He said quietly.
"I like a soft bed. None of those silly stones that some dragons like. Also no pots, pans or other large items. They're lumpy as anything."
"I've never seen so much..."
"Don't be getting any ideas." She pointed to the edge of the pile. "Take one outside."
Barnabas took a coin through the door. It quickly turned to stone.