Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20200125011422/@comment-28718853-20200216230308

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The couple watch the crowd mingle in the town center. From a well-dressed man walking with his equally fancy Holstaur here to a pair of adventurers discussing their latest dungeon trip there. As everybody goes about their business Xinderas and Naymond try to decide what to do next.

Xinderas examines the light damage on her leather armor and Naymond pats her chest suggesting, "Maybe we can visit a tailor to get that patched up."

"The damage isn't too bad. It's still functional," says Xinderas.

The Hellhound looks down at Naymond and says, "And I think you mean armorer. A tailor fixes clothes.  Besides, all this armor received was several slashes from a goon with a dagger."

"You pounded the poor scoundrel into the ground afterwards didn't you?" Naymond asks with a smirk.

"When you're some frail dumbass in rags who thinks he can take on a Hellhound three times his size, what results were you expecting?" Xinderas responds as she puckers her lips at the memory.

Naymond chuckles and pats Xinderas on his waist saying, "He had it coming as did his friends!"

He then gestures for his wife to follow and says, "Come on. Let's seek out an armorer and get it repaired.  I'm sure the cost won't be too high considering the condition.  After that maybe we can find some jewelry for you.  Your sister says you would look cute in a necklace."

Xinderas lets out a sigh before she follows after Naymond muttering, "You spoil me too much sometimes, you know that?"

"You're the best protector and wife I've ever known! It's only fair that I provide my share!" Naymond states with a warm smile.

Xinderas rolls her eyes at the compliment, but she smiles all the same as the couple seek out an armor repair shop.