Byron merely chuckled when the flustered halfling looked up at him. Sure, the 'armor' was working as intended. Anyone looking at Viloet would need the scrutiny of a hawk to be able to identify her as the halfling in McGreggor's ad. But the face she made wearing that armor was simply priceless. "I wouldn't suggest wearing that for more than two or three hours." Though he could already feel the potential indignation from that suggestion.<br/><br/>"Shallow breaths, Viloet! It'll be easier if you try to adjust to the confines instead of fighting them." Though Wrenn certainly lacked an accurately similar experience, he seemed to know what he was talking about. He quirked a brow in Byron's direction, wondering why he haven't given Viloet that instruction himself. Though pursuing that notion left his mind almost immediately.<br/><br/>He scratched the back of his head, appraising the efficiency of her disguise. "We could go to the guild to straighten this out or we could get you that haircut you mentioned. It's a stretch either way, though the salon would be the shorter distance, though if style isn't important," he gestured to the hilt of one of his blades, "we can take care of that right here."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Listen check please.</div></div>