Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-27550231-20181130050039

"Aye... I thought I asked for my armor to be untouched but the lord of this land works in mysterious ways it seems."

Jorge grimaced at the sight of someone other than him working on his armor. He did not doubt the abilities ofthe of the blacksmiths but the thought of someone other than him working his armor made him feel inexplicably jealous. As if another man had taken his wife to bed and footed him the bill. Other than the initial glare the Warden kept his calm and walked to the counter.

"I apologize for the odd request but that armor is more of a mural than protection... and the helmet? How did the repairs on that fair?"

The Warden spoke with a direct tone, as if he were conducting an inspection rather than collecting equipment.

"I understand that it was more than scrap when brought here. I don't expect the original finish surviving any reconstruction. But at this point I'll take it as is if need be."