<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y3n5ibZ.png)</div>Larissa let out a sigh of relief as the rusted suits of armor returned to their standing positions. An idea struck her as the last filed back into its ranks...what other command words were there for these things? Something she would need to ask her ancestor.<br/><br/>Turning her full attention to the gleaming silver armor, Larissa found herself squinting at the fine piece of metalwork. ...surely Larissa I would have mentioned this if it were dangerous, right? It just felt...off that the armor was the only thing gleaming among all of the rusted suits that surrounded it.<br/><br/>"Kasala," she asked. "Does this suit look familiar? Is it magical in some way to withstand a century of neglect?"