A little farther down the tunnel there is something on the ground that catches what little light there is and reflects it brilliantly. 

"I think this is one of Terendelev's scales," Lucea murmurs, turning it over and wiping blood off the other side. 

That causes Veron to brighten.

"Looks like. Keep a hold of it, a wizard or something can use it to track down her body, see about raising her."

...Lucea carefully cuts off the bit of fabric she wiped the blood on and pockets that too. 

"Track down her body?" Anevia asks. 

"Oh. Uh." Wince. "The Demon Lord got her. He didn't get her corpse, though."

"I knew Deskari killed her," Anevia says grimly, "it was kind of hard to miss. It just seems like a full-sized dragon's body would be hard to misplace." 

"Eh. Not exactly misplaced? But a locating spell or whatever would make it much easier."

"Is it not just where it fell?" Seelah asks. 

"Nope."

"But you're sure Deskari doesn't have it?"

"He seemed pretty pissed when I last saw him, and it was gone by then."

"That," Anevia says grimly, "doesn't mean he doesn't have it." She really hopes this does not result in the Worldwound forces having to fight horrifying undead Terendelev but she is NOT OPTIMISTIC. 

"Guess not, but I like to be an optimist." And also he was the one to shove it unceremoniously to the Plane of Shadow, where Deskari can't get it. "I'll take that bet, if you want consolation money if the demons bring her back on the wrong side."

Anevia snorts. "Haven't got any on me, don't know that my house hasn't been burned to the ground and looted by now. Pass."

"I'm similarly separated from my coin. Oh well. Winner gets to say 'I told you so'?"

"Sure, I'll take that bet." 

"If Deskari has her body we should try to see if there's anyone in the city who can cast Resurrection--or Teleport--right away, in case he dawdles on reanimating her." 

"Agreed. But we've got to get out of here first."

"Yeah." 

Is that another person up ahead? Or...two people, maybe?

.... One person, and one body who once contained a person. Ah... huh.

"Careful," murmurs Veron to Seelah. "Might not be friendly."

Seelah squints against the darkness. "She doesn't look like a demon," she says, quietly. 

"That's not why." He raises his voice. "Hey uh, did he try to rob you or something?"

"No," the young--half?--elven woman says, after startling and turning to see the group. "I found him like this. I tried to stabilize him, but he was already too far gone." 

"Nope. Try again. Less lying this time."

"--What?"

"You heard me. Why'd you kill him?"