"Hunnh?" Came the echoed voice from within the armor, suddenly sitting up right. "Ah? Damn... Oh alright." She whined, throwing her arms forward so that they once again slipped through the sleeves and aligned with her torso. Taking a deep breath, she sucked in as much as she could and tried to pull it back down over her. The second time donning it by herself was easier, at least.<br/><br/>Viloet whined as the constricting attire slid over her breasts and pressed them flat against her ribs. "Wagh!" She cried out, hopelessly conceding herself to the tortorous thing for a little bit while longer. When she fastened it and had it back on straight, the diminuitive woman went back to Wrenn with a forced concern for the voices he had heard. Anything to keep her mind off of this thing!<br/><br/>As she witnessed the exchange, the halfling tilted her head at... the even stranger occurances of this town. She pursed her lips in contemplation at the scene, and after a long moment she let Wrenn ease her back down to the ground. "They... look like they're in a bit of a pickle." She said, smiling widely with an innocently mischevious grin.<br/><br/>The halfling put her hand up to her chin, beckoning for Wrenn to kneel down to her level as she whispered, "I just can't stand to see someone pick on a girl jus' cause she's little! ...Leprauchan or not."<br/><br/>Fey? Hmmmmmmm. And who were these men? Adventurers? ...But too silly to ask for the right wishes, they were. Not good enough! At least not good enough for Viloet's guild! But fey? They were a magical folk, but... Viloet never heard of them ever turning people into frogs or anything with their magic. And if Grishka was any indication, not all spellcasters were so bad... Regardless, the halfling was eager to find out more about Sharon and her sister. Even so, they were women of short stature- just like her! And they gotta stick together if they're gonna make it in a big man's world!<br/><br/>"So what d'we do?" She asked Wrenn.