The Curator arcs an eyebrow at Leon. "The items she possesses were created from a creature that died centuries ago, before the elves departure. Its body was harvested and was harnassed to create every piece. It is unknown what will happen when they are one once more." She hovers out of reach as she gestures to the Skyblade. "The claw, that which brought ruin and hope as it rended the sky..."
She waves towards the armor. "The scales, once defended the weak and withstood the unholy when all others fled..."
"The curse of this item is it would only resonate with a select few. All attempts to use them either killed or injured those that were unworthy. However now I doubt she can be rid of them without magic. They have chosen her. She bears the curse of making them one once more... And as I understand there are a few more... The Head, Legs, Wings and Heart, which haven't been found." She remains calm and composed despite the turmoil within the Museum.