With a bit of strain to his weak muscles, Vonerys finishes fastening the armors buckles on Rihyan's wings. "Ah, it's no problem." The acolyte says. "I just wish there was more I could do."<br/><br/>"Done over here, too." Aeravel says, fastening the last of Heshaar's armor on. Sehbran, being overly cautious, had worked very slowly to avoid startling the dire she-wolf. Once the guard had finished his side, he finished the tailor's side in short order.<br/>-----<br/>Mindy had already stepped out of the room, and was looking over the entrance.<span style="font-style: italic">"Jeez, that gator-folk is stuffed."</span>She muses.<span style="font-style: italic">"I wonder if I could ever gorge like that one day."</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Not with you current companions."</span>A voice pinged.<br/><br/>Mindy rolls her eyes.<span style="font-style: italic">"I know, I know..."</span>