Zato felt the item for the plaque, a large suit of armor. His fingers brushed past the shoulder, and he stood still in thought for a full minute. He slowly detached the left arm, and raised it to his own stump. He slid it on, and it began to flow. Soon, it reformed, still resembling a piece of armor, symmetrical to his remaining arm. Sleek, thin, it flowed like skin tight sheets of metal, segmented at the joints, with a few cryptic runes etched along it. He moved the fingers experimentally, and felt his hands over each other. He took a deep breath, he said,<br/>"I think this will do quite nicely."