Jared nodded knowingly. When you were on the go in full armor, tired was an understatement. He wasn't even one of the guys who wore full metal plate. Yet. He'd get there.<br/><br/>"At least you are nice to soldiers. You'd be surprised how often we don't get treated well." He smiled at her. "And I've been a soldier for most of my life. My parents enrolled me in a squire program as soon as I was old enough. My brother, too."<br/><br/>He sat down with his new silverware and shoes. He pulled his boots off and wriggled his feet for a moment. The air felt nice. He slipped on the supple leather shoes.<br/><br/>"You said something about sheaths? Mine is kinda worn out."