That looks good on you.
17. A suit of medieval armor
Kathe shifted her shoulders as she replaced one of her gauntlets, glancing up at Lissandra before turning on the witch. The armor glinted in the light of the Freljord, the ice reflecting off of its polished surface. "I thank you, Lissandra." She said, hefting her spear as she gazed upon the enemy of her tribe "It's not often one gets a complement from the enemy."
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