He shook his head and began the arduous task of fitting his armour on, wearing a tunic under his mail to prevent chaffing before stopping himself. He reached for the dresser instead of his cuirass, and he put on his formal suit. His armour had been repaired once again by his blacksmith, but he had yet to polish and clean it. He didn't want to make his first appearance in Firthengart as a scrub after all. He exited the cabin and was greeted with the sounds of griffons talking in one of the rooms down to his left. Joachim exited the room across from him. “Sleep well?” the king asked.