No rest for the wicked

The ageing Warlord made a few quick sketches with the charcoal as she spoke. Pausing only to see where her eyes were leading, before smirking. It was easy to sketch up some bracers, he'd been making them for years. “The straps will be adjustable. If you don't like the excess material, you can cut it off once you've found the comfortable size for yourself. I'll need some measurements of your chest and shoulder… and if you want it dyed, that'll add a few days to the work” he warned her.


He grabbed a rope with notches on it, and called over a helper. Wylans small polar bear was proving useful with dexterous paws, and the little white creature trotted up to help manipulate the rope around the wolf, while the Warlord made marks. “Alright, any last minute changes to these sketches?” He asked her once he'd finished adding his measurements to the page.