The Dwarf folded her arms under her chest as she waited for Kitori and glanced at Ophidian.<span style="color: DarkSlateGray">"Well let's see just how big or small she is first and we'll see just what I kin do for her."</span>She shook her head and moved to sit down on her desk as Kitori quickly pulled off her armor and sat it down carefully on a chair.<span style="color: DarkSlateGray">"Still flat fer an Elf even without her armor, I ain't impressed."</span>The Dwarf moved over to a shelf of shirts and after a moment of digging tossed one to Kitori. Kitori pulled the shirt on and looked at Ophidian, the shirt almost fitting her perfectly but just a little tight around her arms.<span style="color: DarkSlateGray">"Soldier arms, huh, everything else looks fine though. Well let's see if I have anything thin enough for her ass.</span>"<span style="color: DarkRed">"Can you ask her if she has anything that's tighter around the chest and looser around the arms? I'd prefer my breasts be held in one place."</span><br/><br/>Jim shook his head and sighed and looked back to Britomart. "I was talking to the shaman out there when I dragged myself back to camp, those... those Vrykul, they're us, they're our ancestors. I'm a soldier, Brit, I kill Ogres, Trolls, Orcs, Naga, I don't kill people. You're used to killing the Undead, sure, but what about them? Don't you feel anything killing flesh and blood? Mothers and fathers? I can't do it, I may have to join them up North in the Grizzly Hills if this doesn't get any better." He looked over at Britomart and the blade and shook his head. "Right hands? As in Tirion Fordring who people haven't seen in ages? You and I can't do much with it and as far as I know the only paladin in camp is a healer."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>