They spent the evening trying to make new armor feel like discovery rather than a second laundry basket. Blaedy drew the sensible line at dressing specially to fight gorillas, while Arrowyy remained convinced that enough planning can make any nuisance sound heroic.
Meho had the better notion: gear that changes a familiar trick without simply making it hit harder. Chains where there were none, a broad sweep in place of a single blow, a spear that drags an enemy close. Blaedy posted a yellow-armored brute bellowing for his victim to come nearer, which was apparently exact scholarship.
Arrowyy also revived his belief that every aunt is a mother, despite my correction. I did promise to write things down. I did not promise he would read them.