Eldarin eyes jerked towards the rattling shield, staring down those unerring eyes with a sort of fixed horror. [b]"Uh Bronwick. Is that shield supposed to move?"[/b] He asked quietly. A shield. A thrice cursed shield. If Eldarin was going to fight a shield that wanted to kill him. This place was crazy. All of it. Not one thing here was safe. Not the trees. Not the water. Not the stones. Not even a shield. Eldarin was actually kind of pissed. He gripped his sword tightly and mentally sent premptive tingles of magic down his arms, ready for use. If that thing such much as moved near him he was going to break in every way he knew how.