Doing the work

Wynter slipped into the armor she had been working on all morning, turning and flexing to make sure nothing rubbed badly and seeing what parts needed to be adjusted. Given the fact that this was the first time she had ever made something like this she was pretty proud of how it was coming out. The layered pieces of leather were going to need some finishings and a couple little things to make it pretty, but it was probably good enough to be functional which was all she really needed for the upcoming raid.

She kept it on as she went down through the Col just to get used to wearing it and as she went she spotted the purple-hued woman she had seen with Ollie a few times. It looked like she had quite the load of bedding and Wynter didn't have anything else to do so she walked over to her, saying, "Would you like some help?" before she could answer Wynter was already taking half of the load, tossing them across her own back.

"Wynter Fatalis"