← THE ARMOURY

AS SEEN IN GAME
TIER III · ABILITIES
Kite Shield
Tall enough to hide a frightened squire whole, banded with cold iron against the long charge. The paint has flaked from its face, but you can still read where a house-sigil was scraped away — by shame, or by mercy, none now living recall which.
WHERE IT DROPS
Found across the fallen lands — carried by the tiered gear of its rank.