Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-27550231-20181120215202

"Aye. But I ask you as a friend to not let anyone work on my armor or equipment. My cloth gear is of no importance but that armor is more a canvas of what I am. It is a museum of every battle and every foe I came across and bested. I will go to Layoka... my child. But I ask of you to leave my past as it is and not to allow anyone to modify it without my permission and presence."

Jorge walks down the hall to where he believes Imperia and Layoka rest.

"That armor wasn't originally black Armata! Many a warrior was broken upon that plate! A bit of all of them remains on that armor as a memory of what I've done!"