'To the fool who is the embodiment of idiocracy.'
Sheyken just laughed out loud when Falgur read the first words addressed to him that were written on the letter. Falgur sulked but continued to read.
'I call you that because no one has ever used any of my armor or weapons to their fullest extent in all the years I have been making them. Thus, all of you have been dubbed as fools in this world's history.'
Sheyken was best friends with this craft smith already.
'You are young, so I hope you can prove the world wrong and make my creation famous. As you will grow, the armor will become part of you and thus become somewhat of a second skin as you will be able to control each feather on it like they were an extension of your fingers.'
Falgur stopped reading and went to touch the armor he ha
