'She's afraid of heights and she's already trusting me with her life?' Wrenn was a bit slow to start, probably taking great care to fit himself and Viloet through the window without dislodging the latter. "Just keep em shut and think happy thoughts," he urged. Otherwise, the trip was swift, smooth and rather painless save for the occasional pigeon disturbed or stiff gust here and there.<br/><br/>He slowed down again as he scaled down the armorer's shop wall and rapped soundly on the window. A few moments later, it opened. "Now I've seen everything." A stranger elderly man exclaimed, or stated in disbelief. At his age, it was hard to tell. Crawling through the window, much as he had from the inn, when he finally stood he glanced up at Vilo. "We're here, you can open your eyes now."<br/><br/>Though the smell of leather in various stages of craft and scents of oils meant to maintain them had already assaulted Vilo's senses, her eyes revealed a vast quantity of armors in various shapes, sizes, designs and qualities. Even the occasional hunting trophy appeared on display, making the store feel as though it could have been a hunting lodge at one point.