Li opened up a small pocket of space in the chrysalis, letting Tia put her small hands out and take the grey scale. The scale looked huge in her hands, appearing like a solid plate of metal almost as large and even sturdier looking than a metal breastplate.
The scale was a light, faded shade of grey littered with scratches – the marks of time. However, there was a faint gleam about its surface that shone even through the age. A light blue shine that flickered like cold flame.
"Impressive," said Li as he inspected the scale in Tia's hands.
"What is it, seer?" said Mercer, ever more curious than his brother Mason who even now stood silent and wary, overwhelmed by the sheer scale and speed of events that had just transpired. "That you would deem anything impressive is rare indeed."
"Aye, it is hard to impress the lad," said Old Thane. He smiled. "Makes me curious about this scale, too."
