“I’ll be needing more than a breastplate, I am afraid. I’ll require a full cuirass, breastplate, and placcate. Pouldrons, vambraces too,” he said, slapping his shoulder, elbow and forearm, “as well as a pair of gauntlets, if you would be so kind.” He showed her his two hands. “Greaves would also be good, to cover my lower body. I would also require a gorget and mail hauberk. I get into a lot of scraps and would rather not have to suffer so many injuries.” The unicorn had magicked a scroll and quill and began scribbling furiously. She pulled a pair of glasses from somewhere, which amused him. Her muzzle was scrunched up still as she scanned her papers again. He spied her cutie mark, a pair of black tongs crossing over a black hammer over a roaring flame. That was a good omen.