Al awakes to find his meditative wanderings had taken him to Zato's room. -Well, he did offer...- Shaking his head, he goes about the rituals for his armor. He rubs down each piece with a cloth to be sure of its unspoiled surface. When he is satisfied with it's sheen, he begins the assembly. It is complete within a minute; such is his experience with it that it may as well be his true skin. A quick prayer and he's all set. Stretching a bit, he wanders off into the hall for morning grub. Taking the same seat as yesterday he digs heartily into the sausage and, after another tentative taste of his beverage, starts gulping it down as well. One must be very vigilant indeed when some drinks hit harder than demons.