"Surely, your ladyship does not care to let his male servant know what is under your dress!"  Theadric smiled slightly, pretty sure the reaction would not be well thought of.  Sometimes he tried too hard to get people to smile.  "Sorry, I could not resist."<br/><br/>This was a little overwhelming to Theadric; Menatra might as well be speaking "greek".  To boot, if Theadric could read - he might have a fighting chance to memorize the armor.  When she got to the chain mail, a memory surfaced.  Only a small, slight memory.  But a memory nonetheless; he remembered the clank clank clank of armor upon armor that sounded almost like chains straining to break free; it was a distant remembrance from, he thought, perhaps his childhood.<br/><br/>He felt completely useless; Menatra was doing most of the work.  Still, he helped a little,  picking up pieces and handing them to her.  So, he wasn't totally useless.  That's when he saw it.<br/><br/>"Milady, please think it not impolite that I ask:  why is there a wolf and a lion fighting on your gauntlet?"  It seemed strange, he had seen many knights and he never thought he saw symbols on anything but the shield, perhaps the helmet if it was decorated, or the hilt of a sword.