As Naael looked over the old armor, she'd notice that they were slowly, ever so slowly, repairing themselves to their former, somewhat damaged state. Themselves, they were not very good quality. However, there were five suits of armor that must have been worn by attackers in the room as well, which<em>hadn't</em>moved. Two looked to have been worn by humans, suits of heavy plate that shined from being burnished so long ago, even though spots of rust were beginning to mar their forms. There was a set of supple black leather armor that was sized for a woman slightly smaller than Naael, which had made it through the time essentially intact. Fourth was a suit of lightweight plate designed for elven archers, though still heavier than what Naael normally wore. Last, though, was a set of truesilver armor that was in near perfect shape, save for where a trio of crossbow bolts had punched through to pierce the wearer's gut. Likely a painful, long way to die. But the armor was form-fitting and incredibly lightweight, obviously somewhat enchanted due to its lack of wear over time. Such a suit would fetch more money than most could imagine in the market, and here it was, laying on the ground. Near it was a slightly rusted, curved elven sword, but one that could be made into a deadly weapon relatively easily. It's hilt was set with blue gems, and it was reminiscent of a blue dragon.