Chapter 152

THE CHAIN-MAIL HAD BEEN turned into a high-necked tunic with full-length sleeves that finished with a loop that fitted snug around my middle fingers, and for my legs fitted pants. I had a minor concern though. 'Ormbel, how exactly do I get these off?'

Focused on holding pieces of the crimson leather against my upper arm, Ormbel looked at me, his hazel eyes wide and vacant. Then he processed my question.

'There's a seam down the back. The mail is charmed to open when you tug on it from the right angle, so it won't open in battle. I'll show you once I'm done.'

He wasn't a bad looking guy, with a slim build and shoulder length brown hair, but the sense of self-importance that he exuded wasn't so attractive. I watched as he held a piece of leather around my upper arm, and then melded it into the mail.

'Wow, cool! What'll that do?' It looked just like plated armour and the edges of the leather smoothed into the mail. My elbows stayed as bare mail so I had more than sufficient movement a