It was very early in the morning when Ramiel and Vitia stood at the entrance to the dungeon. The vixen was busy checking the condition of the cart and harnessing the Dead Gnu to it. A few harness parts had to be modified to accommodate the new crew member's size, but the woman handled everything smoothly. She had a lot of experience and the necessary tools.
At the same time, Ramiel checked the contents of the space ring and improved the light armor. It bore minor signs of use but nothing serious. Ramiel didn't repair it for two reasons:
First, he didn't have the right materials or a blacksmith on hand. Second, it was unprofitable. At his current rate of development, he would soon need a new, much stronger one.
Besides, the damaged armor would better suit his upcoming plans. As the saying goes: Even in madness, there is a method.
Well... maybe that's three arguments after all...
