Blue Things Everywhere

Blaedy called it a good compromise, which is what sensible people say when they have arrived after the shouting and found nobody bleeding.

Arrowyy then laid out the present abundance of blue gear with the grim efficiency of a quartermaster describing a granary infestation. A man who knows three ruins and two caverns can apparently dress himself head to toe in finery before he has properly learned which end of a weapon disappoints him.

Summoneyy agreed this was excessive. I note, for the record, that she and Arrowyy survived the last occasion when everyone else discovered the practical limits of confidence. Perhaps blue clothing has not yet solved that particular shortage.