"What a wonderful piece of armor you have, Lord Daemonherz." A Lady told Eiro, clearly with the intention of simply starting a conversation with him based on the few things she could actively see on this newly born nobleman. She obviously never held anything heavier than a few pounds in her delicate hands, and she clearly thought that this armor was purely decorative as well. But Eiro sadly had to be nice to other nobles for now, as long as they weren't rude to Eiro themselves.
"Thank you. It was personally made by my dear friend using the best materials available." Eiro explained, "If you hold an interest in these items, I could introduce you to Armodeus."
"A-Ah, no, there is no need." The noblewoman replied. Eiro remembered that she was widowed, her husband having died from a bothersome disease.
