There was a crackle, a bright flash. A large figure covered in armor stood, towering above the enchanter. They looked hurt, somewhat, scratched by something unknown. Their armor wasn't holding up.
"You....mh... Do you know anything that helps armor?" Their armor was old. "I can provide something in return."
"S-sure stranger.... not every day a tall, dark and gloomy warrior comes to my shop." Tottal lie, but still unnerving when they do appear at thier doorstep.
"Self-mending enchantments do the trick! I would simply ask for some monster parts in return."












