Jacques rolled his eyes as his horn lit up to help Handy out of his current predicament. As he did so, Handy kept telling himself if worse came to worse, so long as he made it out, he could always find his armour again with the witch torch. Or hell, just commission new armour. Heat Source lived close to the north of the Badlands, right? He’d be heading that way on the way back to Griffonia anyway. You know, assuming Chrissy dearest let him get out of there alive. Maybe he could get her to make something that didn’t rip and tear so easily to boot. He could get anyone to take their time to make him some new armour true, but hey, why settle for anything else when you have the slim possibility the first blacksmith you ran into is able to successfully replicate the whole magical resistance angle?