The pair waited a very long time from beyond the room, subjected to the occasional muffled grunt or ruckus... It sure was taking her awhile to put the armor on. A subdued torrent of all the curses in the halfling tongue came from past the door. After a very long silence, the door shuddered, and then slowly drew ajar...<br/><br/>The halfling leaned against the frame, gasping for air as if she had been drowning moments before. The small woman's face was flushed with anxiety, her eyes bulging and her teeth gritted in agony.<br/><br/>She hobbled over like an old woman, "Oh... Oh gods." She said, "I mean, It's only been like two minutes."<br/><br/>Viloet clutched her top in one hand as she looked up at Byron and shook her head. There wasn't any possible way she could have put the armor on over her shirt, for the collar buttons would have dug deeply into her flesh.<br/><br/>Her eyes widened in disbelief. And to think he was on her side just a minute ago! "Come on, Wrenn." She breathed, "Let's... Uh... Where were we going next?"