The more Eranikus heard, the more astonished he became. He hurriedly took out the Green Scepter of the Shifting Sands Shard and handed it to Shawn, then asked eagerly, "Was it the Bronze Dragon Anachronos who sent you to find the shards of the Scepter of the Shifting Sands? How many have you found so far?"
Shawn answered, "Besides the Green Scepter of the Shifting Sands Shard you have here, I've also found the Blue Scepter Shard. The Bronze Scepter Shard is in Lord Anachronos's possession. As for the Red Scepter Shard, we're already working on a way to obtain it. Lady Jaina has gone to contact Stormwind City, Ironforge, and Orgrimmar. The Horde and the Alliance will work together, and we're certain to secure the Red Scepter Shard."
Only then did Eranikus breathe a sigh of relief. He smiled and said, "Shawn, you're a fine young man. No wonder Anachronos entrusted you with such an important task. When the Scarab Gong sounds, the Scarab Wall falls, and the Gates of Ahn'Qiraj open, I will go to Silithus and take part in that crucial battle."
Shawn thought, I never earned Anachronos's approval. I only earned the approval of Nozdormu, the Time-Lord.
He voiced his thanks. "Lord Eranikus, you are the Green Dragonflight's mightiest champion. With your help, the Qiraji will pose no threat."
The more Eranikus looked at Shawn, the more pleased he was with him. He wondered what sort of gift he could give this young Half-Elf to express his gratitude.
Before long, his gaze fell on the Soulbinding Staff in Shawn's hand.
Such fine material, yet it had been made into a mere stick. So many enchantments, yet none had been harmonized into a cohesive whole. To Eranikus, who prized perfection and pursued power, it was sheer torment.