Osla looked at her armour. Compared to the rest of the group it did seem a bit....flashy even with the scrapes and dents that dotted it. She took a swig of ale while trying to remember how exactly she got the upper part of her armour, she remembered how she had gotten the bottom parts. Suddenly the memory hit her like a charging horse.
"Well I don't really ever buy anything other than food and drink and all that so the rest of the money went to buying these shiny metal trousers." She looked to the ceiling in order to remember exactly how she got her torso plate.
"And I think I stole the upper bits from this bandit lass who tried to kill me I think." She looked back down to the group before taking another drink.
"At least I think so, I stole something from her anyway."