"We'll keep that for later, then." He's taught from the beginning before, but that was quite literally centuries ago. There are definitely some things he needs to refresh on.
He shouldn't be surprised, upon approaching the wardrobe, that there's a brand new set of armor next to it.
It's a blend of black and red leather, of course, with golden buckles - but beyond that, it's not overtly fiendish. The pauldrons are carved into feathered wings, the bracers are adorned with celestial patterns, and the belt is clasped with - not a skull, not an imp, but a griffon.
Zerxus stands there, stock still, staring at it.
What -
Our strategy stands. They need to know who he's meant to belong to.
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"We'll keep that for later, then." He's taught from the beginning before, but that was quite literally centuries ago. There are definitely some things he needs to refresh on.
He shouldn't be surprised, upon approaching the wardrobe, that there's a brand new set of armor next to it.
It's a blend of black and red leather, of course, with golden buckles - but beyond that, it's not overtly fiendish. The pauldrons are carved into feathered wings, the bracers are adorned with celestial patterns, and the belt is clasped with - not a skull, not an imp, but a griffon.
Zerxus stands there, stock still, staring at it.
What -
Our strategy stands. They need to know who he's meant to belong to.