"Good luck with that, Jeff's not the sharing type." He went about removing the shoulder guards as though he was used to wearing similar armor. "And he's known to spend a lot of time scheming. He's got 22 wishes to plan and with the way those two twist words," Sharon and Moira let out nervous laughter as Lew gave them a scornful glance. "They've got some plannin to do." Then he went about tugging on the armor to remove it. Ofcourse, it was no easy feat to wrest the halfling from her constrictive wear. Several grunts into pulling, even he had to complain. "By the Maker, how'd you even get into this thing?"