Eisen slowly strapped the special leather-strips to Buldor's body in the places that he thought woud be best, framing the ground-dragon's feathers. The old man was proud of this, he thought it looked quite beautiful, and it would have a lot of defensive prowess. It was what one would hope from an armor-set.
The old man turned toward Gran, "Now, what do you think?" He asked curiously. Gran took a step closer toward his mount and knocked on the leather-strips that Eisen attached to its body, "Hard! Good defense!" He exclaimed with a broad smile on his face, and the old man in front of him crossed his arms, happy that this part of this realm was over now. He finished the third set of gear that he was supposed to make here... Only another seven to go.
