Lydia sighed softly and bowed her head to offer a soft prayer up to whatever diety may be listening for the grat wyrm. Then, she carefully picks up each of the scales and turns to the tohers, holding up the large silver  objects, "I had hoped that I had dreamed the last of that nightmare." She said softly, "I will carry one of these with me into the fights to come so that she will be with me when my bow finds that thing's heart... I offer one to anyone who will join me and avenge her death."<br/><br/>With that, she picks one of the scales and slips it under her tunic, against her skin so that she could feel the old dragon's remains near her ehart.