The short, slight half-elf tilts her face in a gesture of disbelief, but gradually the point of her shortsword begins to ease its way toward the her feet.<br/><br/>Easing her arm into the over-shoulder strap of her garment, she flits her gaze over the hazel-eyed young woman before her. "No... I assure you that I am not party to this... business..."  she sticks the point of her sword into the soft turf, allowing her to completely don the garment and begin working at the laces at the sides.<br/><br/>"You are some kind of... magus?"  She gestures with her eyes toward the girl's hands, where the strange glow had just illuminated her skin.  She finishes the ties on her armor padding and scoops her breasts into the taut garment before drawing it tight and tying the final knot.  At that, she begins to assemble her armor... form-fit black leather with matte steel studs, facets, and buckles.<br/><br/>"Have you any idea what is going on here?"<br/>