For a moment, the Willow Witch paused, hesitating as she stared at the outfit that was neatly folded atop one of the chests in her tent. When she fought in the arena, she had worn a padded gambeson in the midnight blue of the Vale of Mists, along with a coat of mail borrowed from one of the soldiers in Lady Nyrielle's personal guard. At the time, she'd been proud to don the colors of the Vale and to stand on the sands in attire that reminded everyone where the Willow Whip came from.
Now, however, like Lady Ashlynn, the time had come for her to wear armor that was suited to her role in battle and that required several changes from the simple armor of common soldiers.
