A Lost Companion  

I have found a strange dagger, a thin, ornate blade, but very, very old. There is a gem in the pommel, but it is dull, grey, and cloudy. Holding the weapon, I are overcome with a sense of sorrow, as if some great wrong has been done to me, and am helpless to amend it. The tearful words heard upon gaining possession of the dagger haunts me, "Please, help me find my friend, he is lost, alone, and needs me..."If anything, those Titans shall pay, that this blade be made whole through its companion, and my sorrow, end.Having brought the companion daggers together, your sorrow begins to lift. The matching weapons' gems have cleared a bit, though there still seems to be an emptiness to the gems' soft blue light. The very fact that these daggers can experience such emotion informs you that you are holding a legacy of great power, and to make these blades joyful again, whole again, may be an end worth pursuing.