Instead of the Quarter master, when he turns, Harstac is face to face with the dark elf, who's dark green emerald like eyes are scanning him, then the armor. . . 

[color=#0c7e08] "Well, the Giant didn't break you, so you don't need plate. You've proven naturally resistant. Your wings would make it odd for Full plate to be adapted to your form.  Good pick rookie. Chain-mail is what you've got there. Flexible enough to guard you but still remain Mobile... Though I'm sure if you needed it and asked Xan he'd make you a new set of armor more fitting of you rater unique form." [/color] This elf lad seemed to be filled with curiosity rather than disgust or fear... In fact if anyone knew him better one might even say he seems amused. He smiles and steps back out of the way for Harstac, so he may pass.

Speaking of Giants, this is the first time most of the other recruits got to see Raxxar. The massive man walking out of the training hall, in that leather armor he looks the vision of a northern warrior, and it suits him well. He smiles as he walks past the recruits, pause to look to the wagon. [color=#833d1f]"See you again tomorrow morning' Harstac, and next time ill be a tad less rough with you. oh and congrats everyone, for doing so well on your tests. Keep up the good work and guys might out rank me"[/color]