Colin and Ale quickened their pace to keep up with Donkexes—though, thanks to their longer legs, they didn't have to speed up by much.
The group arrived at Langgrin's smithy.
Langgrin was sitting on a small stool in a corner of the room, holding an awl in one hand and a hammer in the other, punching holes into a large pile of White Dragon Scales. When he saw them approach, he slapped his thigh and said, "Here to see the Armor, are you? Follow me."
With that, he immediately stood, turned, and walked toward a small room to the side.
Colin and the others immediately followed him into the small room.
The suit of Half-plate Armor, forged from dragon bone, rested silently on an armor stand.
This piece of Gothic Half-plate Armor was as beautiful as ever. Wisps of frosty mist, visible to the naked eye, emanated from the Armor, the white currents drifting to the floor like tassels in a magnificent display.
