"And this." Dylan waved a Falcon Shield pulled from the Lava Lake towards Catherine, "Your shield is all battered and torn by the kids, you might as well use this one instead."
"This is..." Catherine noticed something strange, cautiously took it over, gently flicked the shield face, and exclaimed in disbelief: "A Magicsteel Shield?"
"I have no idea." Dylan shrugged it off, "No one knows what kind of steel it is. More than two hundred years ago, some idiot broke in here, shouting a whole bunch of nonsense before attacking the kids. He sent three poor little ones back to the embrace of lava. We ended up frying him in the lake, but this shield didn't melt. I kept it as a collection. It looks pretty much like your shield, so I thought I'd give it to you. Is it useful? If it's not, I don't have a different shield for you."
"Too useful." Catherine hesitated, "But it's so precious, I shouldn't accept."
