There weren't many items sitting around the shrine. There were the blacksmiths tools in the smithing room. There was the coiled sword in the bonfire. A few old chairs sat in different corridors, but that was about it. The rest of the place was just filled with layer upon layer of ash. The thing about the shrine itself was that it was far more deceptive than it seemed. There were things called illusiory walls. Walls that once struck, vanished to reveal hidden rooms. Above them, high in the rafters, lay a body with a glowing soul hovering just above it. Over on one of the thrones, the same thing again.
"If this is tied to the first flame, then perhaps our answer lies within something we might find here" he said as he walked over to the throne where the Pygmy Lord once sat, his shrivelled and charred corpse left behind with a bright soul floating over the top. Artorias picked up the soul and brought it over for Bryn to see.