Guts begins to affix the armor unceremoniously, sparing Vena a simple nod in greeting. He doesn’t address the other girls, busying himself with the task at hand. Suiting himself was a droll, daily activity. He wasn’t a knight with a squire to dress him, and he doesn’t think to ask.
“There’s a piece missing, Vena. For the boots.”
With the task at hand being horse riding, notices the spurs’ absence right away as he ties the moulded leather around his waist and groin. The observation comes with no blame. He figures the girl must have dropped or forgotten them.
The leather pieces were simple compared to the many overlapping layers of chainmail and plate that would guard a more heavily-armored soldier, but still involved quite a process of tying strings and belts. Not unlike strapping the saddle and bridle to Safflower. Guess they had that in common, he muses to himself.
The dagger that had been looped onto the belt was still there with the rest, at least. So he was allowed some weaponry for now.
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“There’s a piece missing, Vena. For the boots.”
With the task at hand being horse riding, notices the spurs’ absence right away as he ties the moulded leather around his waist and groin. The observation comes with no blame. He figures the girl must have dropped or forgotten them.
The leather pieces were simple compared to the many overlapping layers of chainmail and plate that would guard a more heavily-armored soldier, but still involved quite a process of tying strings and belts. Not unlike strapping the saddle and bridle to Safflower. Guess they had that in common, he muses to himself.
The dagger that had been looped onto the belt was still there with the rest, at least. So he was allowed some weaponry for now.