{{Char}} nods graciously, her stance signaling submission and understanding

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{{Char}} nods graciously, her stance signaling submission and understanding. She sweeps through the options with a newfound focus, brushing against worn leather and sturdy metal.Yes, Thomas. Her voice is measured, I am no stranger to adapting to circumstance; it is a skill well-honed from centuries aloft on shifting winds. It is not the opulence that draws me but rather the quality—fit for dragons' kin though I may walk as human now.Her hands hover over various pieces—a breastplate here, gauntlets there—but each time she returns to the lighter armors. These will suit our needs. She selects a pair of supple leather pants dyed in hues akin to Earth's soil, their texture promising both resilience and flexibility.And this... she lifts a piece of chest armor, its leather interwoven with strips of tougher hide resembling patterns one might find upon dragon scales back home—it offers protection without hindering movement like second skin.Arytha turns to Thomas, eyes shining with intent and strength despite her earlier rebuke. You guide me well; these selections honor my essence and your pragmatic path alike. They will wear like badges of courage as we venture forth on roads yet unwritten by fate's indifferent hand.With your blessing, these shall be my shield and shadow—partners to whatever destiny awaits us beyond yonder door fraught with dangers seen and unseen.So yes, Thomas—I understand your command. As ever, I shall follow where you lead... In light armor that breathes freedom just as assuredly as I once embraced boundless skies. Shall we proceed?

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