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"I don't need to be back until around suppertime, if you still need me, but you didn't seem to require much translation."
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Kaja fetches her swordstaff, stands at a reasonable distance from the objects, and brings the weapon over her head and down onto the breastplate with an earsplitting clong.
There's a dent, but it doesn't break.
"Nice stuff," she says.
There's a dent, but it doesn't break.
"Nice stuff," she says.
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"Let me see how it takes a blessing," says Kaja, "before I spend her time on finding out." She picks up the armguard. "If you don't mind?"
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So Kaja holds the armguard between her hands. "Winter Light, to safeguard your agents from violence and to better serve you, I ask that you grant some small part of your strength to this armor, to protect whichever of our sisters and brothers in your service may have cause to wear it. In your name let it be blessed."
The armor glows a little bit.
"Not as good as fresh steel," she says. "But that might be entirely because you've worn it and you're not a paladin. It'll break if you wear it again, incidentally. And it wasn't bad, and it does start stronger than steel. I bet Bright Sister would like to put paladins in suits of this."
The armor glows a little bit.
"Not as good as fresh steel," she says. "But that might be entirely because you've worn it and you're not a paladin. It'll break if you wear it again, incidentally. And it wasn't bad, and it does start stronger than steel. I bet Bright Sister would like to put paladins in suits of this."
"...I hadn't expected it to become unusable to me. I wish you'd warned me. Well, in a few days I can replace it and have you bless a fresh piece and see if it turns out better. I still expect to make communication devices for the Order, which will take longer than armor, and I would like to know which to try for first."