The market day had been an excellent event to attend, he had seen many wares that had interested him, and was granted a view of the skill of crafters in the land. Now that he no longer had Dutch as his go-to crafter, and the idea of combat armor had begun to appeal to him, he had approached one of the stalls.
The attendant had agreed to meet him and Zee for fitting in Fern Gully, and he had dragged Zee out of their shared room and outside of the pack lands. He had told her what the meaning of this was, and was excited to get both of them decked out for combat.
It went hand in hand with the training he had started to push her into, with the spars and exercises he encouraged her to do. “What's your preferences?” he would enquire as they walked, wanting to gouge what she hoped for in this well they walked. They had already agreed to a price with the trader, and his buffalo coat was draped over his back, with small bundles of metal tied to it. It was easier than carrying bags in his mouth.
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