Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140923020743/@comment-5543592-20140925014648

Daithi arrived in his personal armory. Different sets of customized Mithril armor lined he walls, along with a variety of interesting tools and gadgets. Valuril was standing in there by a table, where a suit of Mithril armor, that looked more like steel plate armor, was set out.

"What do we have here?" Asked Daithi as he approached.

"Customized Mithril armor, as you asked.  The armorers say this is their best model yet.  It is roughly five millimeters thicker than normal Mithril, along with a thin layer of ceramic plating for asorbing blows.  Built in to the armor itself,"  She pointed to black flaps under the arms of the suit, "is a wingsuit, constructed from netch leather.  It's light weight and incrediably durable."

Daithi nodded, approachingly. "I like how it sounds."

He suit up, disrobing and putting on the protective leather clothes, and then strapping into the armor. Daithi's leg felt remarkebly better in the suit.

"Is this..."

"It's got a mild agilty and acrobatics enchantment on the left greave." It was no secret Daithi had a bad leg, recieved from taking a sword through it when he was twenty years old. To compensate, he took potions for the pain and exercised as much as possible. Now exercise was his favorite pastime and he definately saw the results. Daithi was the pinnacle of fitness: every muscle was defined. He could sprint flat out for almost a mile. Although he may not have the skill and flexibility of his youth, was still a force to be reckoned with.

"That'll help." He spoke through the closed Mithril helmet, muffling his voice. He shook the leg. It certainly felt as if the weight was off of it. "Alright, I'm off."

"I'll tell Malachi to get to his chamber so he can... speak to you."

"Alright." Daithi, now fully equipped, headed down to the dining hall.

He bumped into Kazrris on the way down. Good, just the Khajiit he wanted to see.

"Damn, Kaz." Said Daithi through his helmet, intiating the conversation. "Never thought I'd see you again."