After chatting with Nilia for a bit, telling the naga that, "While I'm great at forging armor I've never had to consider forging it with the addition of a tail to consider...plus I need my forge equipment.  I'll grab that and my real armor and meet you at an inn."  Of course, the oread is all for keeping the equipment she'd gotten from the arena, as she could figure out where to sell the armor for a good price.  And it's always good to have a back-up weapon just in case it's needed...though when she retrieves her tower shield, that will be a little less likely except as something to throw with her magic until she could put her warhammer to good use.  As the others are chatting and shopping for a bit, she takes some time to exit the city as a newly 'freed' slave, though the disappointment at being unable to accomplish her mission of closing down the arena does chaff her departure.  It wouldn't take her too long to find the mound of earth in which she'd hidden her gear...an anvil, her tools for working metal properly, some chain-mail which she might don with her armored kilt, a tower shield that is literally larger than her entire body and dwarfs her four and a half foot frame...and of course, as befits a priestess of Torag, a Warhammer she can use to smite her enemies down.  Since the location she's stowed her gear at is a bit out of the way, she has no trouble in doffing the ill-fitting hide armor she'd gotten from the arena and donning a more form-fitting suit of chain mail custom-made for her.  After she changes, she makes the somewhat slower return trip, now that she's lugging around her vocation once more as well her armor.  As soon as she is able, she tries to locate Nilia once more, which shouldn't be too difficult...how many large, scaly creatures were there, after all?  Once she manages to track her down again (using survival checks as needed to do so), she'll show off her true armor that hugs her curves quite nicely, before smirking at her (and Brelia if she's with her.)  "I can probably forge you something similar...just need to find a place here that supplies the raw materials and a few days time at best...at worst, a week.  Depends on if I can find a good place to work here...might have to set up a stall so I can start making armor in my free time to sell."  By this time, the prey she's devoured in the arena has long since melted and made her curves a bit more full...and she's glad that she'd built her armor to stretch to accommodate times the odd binge of meals.  "If the rest of you can't wait for me to get set up and craft some custom made armor though, I suppose I could point out which pieces for sale provide the best protection, at least keep you from getting ripped off."<br/><br/>m<a class="postlink" href="https://orokos.com/roll/650852">https://orokos.com/roll/650852</a>mnat 20 survival<br/>m<a class="postlink" href="https://orokos.com/roll/650853">https://orokos.com/roll/650853</a>m11+4=15 perception