Zerxus guides them towards a specific corner, first; before anything else, he may as well put the bulkiest of his armour onto its proper stand. "He'd know if it was something in Hell."
That leaves him in the gambeson beneath, which matches more than he'd like - rich black leather embellished with golden silk and shining rubies, buckled with Asmodeus's emblem because of course - but it's at least easier to move casually in, and a few shades less imposing. (Not that the Captain had seemed intimidated...ever, really. But things can change.)
It also makes his body language that much more obvious; when he turns around and notes the shield, his shoulders visibly ease. Yes, good, you should be thinking about defending yourself.
"But that leaves...well. The Abyss, which has been at war with the Hells for millennia. The Material plane, the Feywild, the Shadowfell, Limbo, every other god's domain - "
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That leaves him in the gambeson beneath, which matches more than he'd like - rich black leather embellished with golden silk and shining rubies, buckled with Asmodeus's emblem because of course - but it's at least easier to move casually in, and a few shades less imposing. (Not that the Captain had seemed intimidated...ever, really. But things can change.)
It also makes his body language that much more obvious; when he turns around and notes the shield, his shoulders visibly ease. Yes, good, you should be thinking about defending yourself.
"But that leaves...well. The Abyss, which has been at war with the Hells for millennia. The Material plane, the Feywild, the Shadowfell, Limbo, every other god's domain - "