For some reason, the smithy wasn't as desolate as the last time.
Plenty of customers.
And plenty of noise along that.
"Didn't think you'd be this famous…" The blacksmith was pretty happy to see me. "Should have charged ya extra." With a wink, he brought in the stuff.
An armor.
Crimson in color with odd curves here and there. A good fit but honestly… I didn't like it.
Too many furlike decorations and even boasting lines here and there….
"You look wonderful…" Amiya smiled, almost stars in her eyes.
Yeah, I probably couldn't trust this Harpy's sense of fashion.
Regardless- I had already paid the dude and all the materials were mine… and as shit as the design-
[Equipped Royal Centipede Armor!]
[+65 Def]
[+31 MDef]
[+12% ailment resistance]
[Weight +21]
[Dodge -33%]
