Hotep stared at the glowing plates, wondering what they were. After a few moments thought, he realized they probably belonged to the dragon, who must surely be dead now. The images within them indicated they were special, most likely magic ... but the way they creeped him out, it was just as likely that they were haunted.

Gathering the scales, he helped Maxwell bring them over to the others.
"Six dragon scales here.
They hold our pictures within.
Blessings or curses?" He looked hopefully at the smarter members of the group ... which was pretty much everyone BUT Hotep.