AEanna took the dagger, and looked down at the Shield. It was hard to tell, but it was definitely the right size to have been the Shield of Ysgramor.
"He would never just have left his dagger there... and to destroy his shield, they must have used unspeakably powerful magic... oh Divines, what happened to him?" AEanna sank to her knees, the pain in her chest forgotten, as she held the dagger in her hands. There was no question of it. Dromaeus would sooner die than leave his two greatest weapons behind, and if the Shield of Ysgramor was destroyed, then it was likely that he was too. She held the dagger to her chest, tears roling down her cheeks once more.