*jex is walking in the forest fully armored when he sees ziven*"oh hey your different. where is that armor come from."*he say's while walking around her hand on his chin not expecting an answer.*
Not every day in Zivenâs unlife was filled with something interesting. Nether, before the miracle the majority were spent silently moving from one point to another looking for trouble or misfortune that never came. The restoration had done something to add a bit of flair to her daily routine, give her something to think about or appreciate, but there were still moments when she felt like a golem going through its motions.
Today was shaping up to be one of those days. With nothing of interest happening Ziven had settled into routine: Walk a trail, put down the occasional zombie lurking in the shade or hiding in a ditch, continue to the roadâs end. Rinse and repeat until out of patience or paths, then find a way to keep from going insane before starting over.
Halfway through the process she had a distraction throw itself into her lap in the form of a lone wander. Human, going by their face and her -sense. But why? And their armourâŠ
"Oh hey, youâre different. Where is that armor come from?"
Ah, an adventurer. It took a special kind of folk to wander in full plate and ask where another personâs armour came from. The kind of folk that most people in polite society lumped together and referred to as âadventurerâ.
"Hmn, I could ask the same of you." Ziven didnât know of any armourers that used colored glass in their work, and something was different about the overall design. "Thatâs not a common make. But to answer your questionâŠ" She shrugged her shoulders.
"Sorry, but the right person to ask died about three years ago. My armour was commissioned by the late Towarzysz Jedrek. I did not purchase it myself, or for that matter know those who they used for maintenance. You would do better to ask around one of the larger cities, use some emerald to loosen some lips if youâre looking to get one for yourself."
