"Oh," was all Cuan could say for a few moments then gulped and took a seat. "This is big. I mean, like, getting eaten big. But, I will help you; with some caveats however."<br/><br/>He rose to his feet, rummaging around in a trunk and pulling out some armor. "I'll need to take some measurements and refit this to fit you, as well as to make it crappier because if I'm helping you - well, you disavow any knowledge of this, there is no link back to me, and all that jazz."<br/><br/>He started up the furnace. "Which is to say this armor will be good for nothing more than looking like a guard - it will not hold up in combat, that way no one will dare suggest I'm linked to this because I go for quality. You should keep the helmet on too, just in case someone might recognize your face."