Galen kept his eyes pasted to the mouth of a cave as he fastened his belt around his waist. Aufryn'uit had brought him and her aids to the edge of the city cavern to deal with a "Drow issue" that would give her a simple test of his skills at the same time. It was also something which had him staring down the entrance to a dark hole, dressing himself into his new equipment with three Sun-kissed that loathed him dearly at his back. It was a wonder his hand wasn't shaking.
The yellow armor he pulled from that leather bag was an instant surprise for the Private. Not only did it fit his body, but the leg pieces fit comfortably enough underneath his pants as well. The mail and plating barely chafed or snagged on the other layers above or below them. When he pulled on his black, long coat overto
