[b][center][h3][i][color=#17c311]Cyneburg[/color][/i][/h3]
[color=#17c311]Location:[/color] Salarn
[color=17c311]Interacting with:[/color]Keystone, Lederer[/center][/b]

[color=17c311]"I dunno, having an official rank in a monastery seems like a clear indicator of being a monk proper. You do all that..."[/color] Cyne, at a loss for words for how to properly describe chi waved her hands around trying to convey the idea non-verbally. [color=17c311]"stuff that monks do. You don't really act or look like one, but appearances are all superficial, yeah? Being able to think and do properly's more important."[/color]

Unrelated to Keystone's official designations, she did appreciate his answer, but wasn't entirely sure how well it worked. She herself couldn't wear metal armors, but that was due to the rules of her own organization; she'd still be perfectly capable of doing everything she could at the moment. If she turned into a horse and that horse had barding applied to it, she would be no less swift (well maybe just a bit less), just more easily fatigued. Yeah a full set of plates would probably interfere with that otherworldly grace, but monks generally wore little more than pajamas. Surely a bit of extra padding wouldn't hurt that much. Maybe that weird monk stuff was just a more finicky form of arcane magic. Then that would make a measure of sense, she supposed.