Speech // thought
He smiled warmly at her as she used his new title, but he could hear the anxiety in her voice.
"It's helped me through a few spars already! I was wondering how long it would hold. I'm glad it failed during a spar and not a real battle!" He said, his stride was light as he led her down the side of the falls toward a string of caves near the base of the pools.
He led her inside to a rather large room (not on map yet), the edges were lined with shelves and sturdy surfaces with crude tools within easy reach.
He grabbed a sheath of prepared boiled leather. He had once been a hunter for the pack, most of these stores were from those times.
"I know a bit about leather work and fumbled my way into figuring out how to manage it. This buckle here," He lifted up the broken part of the strap that had torn,
"was the place I knew it would fail first because of this join and tension on it." He pointed out where it had gone on his helm and the piece had broken around the stitching that kept the leather pieces together.
He glanced at her leather armor piece, it looked a few years old.
"I'm surprised those straps have held up for that long! The straps are usually the weakest point of leather armor. It just seems to be a fact of life that they'll need periodic replacing when they break." He mentioned as he started cutting the new sheath of leather into the shape and length he wanted.
Knight
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