>>5923021>>5923027>>5923352>>5923369>>5923624Conventional reasoning dictates that you should allow Ilanis the privilege of inheriting the equipment that you no longer make use of. As of today, she is now a sort of relative to you, and perhaps the only living one that you have not come to despise. However, it soon becomes apparent that your armor is unsuitable for the girl's physique. The vestigial fat on her chest and buttocks, a telltale indication of her inactive lifestyle, make fitting the armor tailored to your more athletic and obviously powerful build impossible. Alas, the two of you will have to pay visit to the market in a few hours' time to get her outfitted with something appropriate for her tragically engorged proportions.
Both you and the girl enjoy a brief respite as she sobers up before making your way to the Bell Market. The tyrant sun affords neither of you any mercy, its cruel radiance bearing down upon the two of you unabated. There, across the bridge, standing atop a stack of crates, is the dubious gnomish merchant whom you've been exploited by on several occasions. Brandishing a new metal undergarment, he surveys the crowd, advertising his latest wares. "Come one, come all! I've a new shipment of marvelous goods, brought here directly from Westgate!" He shouts, seizing up as you enter his view.
The gnome tugs at his collar, wiping his brow just as a bead of sweat begins to materialize upon his skin. "Lady Torani! And you've brought a friend, too! Might I interest you in my latest-" You interject, cutting his sales pitch short. "Armor for the girl. That will protect her entire body," you emphasize. "But not too heavy for her. I am going to teach her how to wear it." Visibly deflating, he inclines his head toward you and sighs. "Yes. Yes, of course. Although, if she is interested, I could fit her with-" Shooting him vicious side-eye is sufficient to silence him, to your partial relief. The girl, who has wordlessly been observing the ongoing conversation, looks to both of you with an expression of puzzlement, unsure what to make of the exchange.
