I dressed quickly, adjusting the tunic and pulling the trousers into place before tightening them properly. The fabric felt rough but manageable. Once I was done, I gave everything a quick tug to make sure it sat right.
Ken was already finished and standing in front of the wardrobe mirror.
His armor was light but well-fitted, made from layered gray leather plates stitched together with dark thread. The chest piece hugged his torso without restricting movement, while the shoulders were reinforced with slightly thicker padding. The gloves were snug, fingered for dexterity, and the boots looked sturdy enough for long travel. It wasn't flashy, but it looked practical and durable.
"How is it?" he asked, turning slightly. "Three gold. Absolute steal."
"It looks solid," I said. "Three gold well spent."
"Right?" he grinned, clearly pleased.
"Hmm…"
