Kothar placed the completed helmet under his arm, picking up a thick piece of leather on his way up to Silane's fabrication room, where the constant whirring and clanking that had been coming from it had slowly faded away.
Walking up the tunnel, Kothar felt a genuine tinge of excitement, taking to the skies, without assistance from something, or somebody would be truly thrilling.
There, at the center of the room, the newly forged Titanite shining in the dim light that filtered up from the main cavern, was the complete suit of armor.
Silane had assembled it so that it stood on its own, and Kothar hummed gently in appreciation as he walked a large circle around it, taking in its appearance from every angle.
From the outside, one could see that the armor was made up of mostly large, angular plates that all fitted together seamlessly to form a larger whole.
