Chapter 532
Inside the hut, a faint stench lingered in the air.
"Finally done!" Thesaya, having placed the plate gauntlets on her spread-out cloak, shot to her feet and stretched.
She tossed aside the grimy cloth in her hand. The one who picked them back up was Ian, the owner of the gauntlets.
"You only pretended to wipe them again," muttered Ian, clicking his tongue.
On the cloak spread wide over the filthy bed, his cleaned equipment was neatly arranged.
Thesaya smiled shamelessly. "You said I was just doing the rough cleaning anyway."
Yeah, what was I expecting from her?
Ian smacked his lips, pushing the cloth inside the gauntlet to wipe it down. His armor, crafted by master dwarves, was starting to look like an antique, no matter how much he polished it. Even on the less damaged parts like the vambraces or poleyns, it was hard to find a spot without a dent or a scratch.
Thesaya dusted off her hands and added, "I know this is good gear, but you should have just taken what Kitty offered. She said she’d go through all the warriors’ equipment and pick out things that fit you."
"It still wouldn’t compare to this. This was made to fit me perfectly. Besides, I’ve got something to wear underneath from her anyway," Ian replied, skillfully finishing the cleaning of his gauntlets.
I’ve gotten to the point where anything that’s not custom-fit feels off.
He was now wearing a leather tunic and pants reinforced with thin chain mail, an item from the central region of the Empire. The limbs were long, but cutting them easily fixed that.