With one final tug, Lew managed to free Viloet of her leather prison. Sharon and Moira had busied themselves with a game of some sort but when Moira froze in shock and jaw agape, Sharon had to find out what all the fuss was about. Lew was the last to the party, busying himself with planting the armor gently on the floor. He'd laid eyes first on the leprechaun ladies and followed their gaze to the halfling's chest.<br/><br/>The silence Viloet had gathered before returned, though this was more a silent awe than a sour air.