<div class="floatleft">(http://i1326.photobucket.com/albums/u649/wigglebiscuit/Lydia/HumeFemale_zps9b0dc3da.jpg)</div>As Lydia inspects the mail "garment," she can't help but wonder what part of her morality will survive this ordeal? Where will she cross the line? Will she enter the Dungeon virtually naked just to gain an edge?<br/><br/><em>Yes,</em>she thinks with a nod. Nudity is unavoidable. If it bestows some arcane advantage, so be it.<br/><br/>Will betray a Contestant just to gain an edge?<br/><br/>Lydia sets her jaw.<em>No.</em><br/><br/>Some lines cannot be crossed.<br/><br/>With that, she strips nude and settles the mail coat over her body. At first she is worried that the metal rings will pinch her her more delicate areas, but it is perfectly comfortable on her skin--a product of the enchantment, no doubt. She frees the leather belt from the breeches and uses that to hang her sword upon. The sword is beautiful, and at once she loves it, spending a few precious minutes acquainting herself with the weight and feel of it before returning it to the scabbard.<br/><br/>She tugs on socks and boots, again taking the time to get used to the feel of them on her feet, before check the pack one final time, adjusting the straps and slinging it over her shoulders. With that, she is ready to go.<br/><br/>Lydia looks at herself in the mirror and grins. She looks ridiculous. The mail is worse than useless. In an actual fight, it would offer no protection. If the dwarf is wrong, she's dead. But she can't worry about that now. She pulls herself erect, juts out her chest, and stands with confidence. It helps to push the fears aside. Fears like Void, which if they can reach even here, must be unimaginably powerful inside the Dungeon.<br/><br/>With everything in order, Lydia faces the Judge and nods, indicating that she is ready to proceed.