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The armor that Fayvus was wearing was a unique type. He wears his studded leather on the outside, one that could stop an arrow with luck, and a fiber weave underneath. The weave was an art taught to him by the Nikians, could stop an arrow easily. A suprisingly well suited armor for the wieght which was very light. He was probably wearing only ten pounds of armor at the moment.

Past the armor his weapons took up most of the wait. His throwing knives were attachted as a vest around his chest, his hand axe was on his belt, he had replaced the glass vials for the poisons he had with metal flasks that he had attached to his belt, and this time he put the silver knife that he always carried in a compartment in his right boot. He stored three lock picks in his left boot and two under his wrist brace.

His skin was no longer scented with oils, instead Fayvus rubbed dirt on his skin to give off a musk. It was better to smell the same as an enviroment than to smell nice dead. He had also scubbed his mouth out with grass as to not have any distinct breath.

Fayvus turned to Kenni after shared her comment. "They are meant for your protection though I wonder how experienced they are. They look like they have never fought a battle outnumbered by more than two to one." He smirked at the thought of the guards before continueing speaking. "I think you will like this journey. The world is an intersting place, even the bad parts. If you have any questions on anything just ask me." He finished telling her.