Yuri went down the spiraling stairs to stand beside Mark. She stared at the armor attached to a dummy infront of him. He was staring at it, his golden eyes deep in thought.
"Maybe you should eat it," Dona said, her jaw resting on his shoulder. "It doesn't look tasty but if it can make you stronger, taste is fine, right?"
Yuri sighed. "Eat it and ruin his chance at getting a powerful trait? Don't try such a foolish thing. But, on another note, I am wondering if he can mass produce this armor with Alchemic Shapeshifting."
She had learned a bit more about the battle with the Tier 7 enemy from Reol'ran and now she knew what this ancient-looking armot was, or could be, worth.
This was supposed to make Mark stronger. Eating it was an idiotic way to go about it. Now, they didn't know how to upgrade his "Mask of the Savage" trait with it to a higher level, but they couldn't waste it by being reckless.
This was a precious resource.
