[@Zelosse]

Sal grit his teeth, accepted the friend request, and cast around for a shop that could sell him a cloak. Or even a textile place that might be able to cover him up if he completed a quest. No such luck. He adjusted some woefully loose straps, and tugged at some unexpectedly snug places, before finally grumbling under his breath.

[color=orange]"Salacious_Saviour, Sal if you like, lead the way Marcus."[/color]

Sal scrolled through the options in his menu, until he found the inventory, and took stock of his weapon, and extra items he'd picked up with his starting money. He hadn't expected the mirror-change, and so he had kept the starting armour, much to his present chagrin. Now though, the many straps and sheaths adorning his leather armour would prove useful, at least to some degree. While he laid down his battleaxe for a spell, he took out his Axeshield and slung it over his back. He also stuck the hatchet in a calve-sheathe, and his two throwing axes on his waist. The pickaxe he left in his inventory, as it would be less than useless in comparison with his other weapons, better as a tool, or a last resort.

The straps and sheathes came with ties, to hold the items still, as well as blade guards, in case the ties came loose. Sal was able to secure the hatchet and throwing axes fine, but he was having trouble with his Axeshield's ties. He grew angry, muttering and cursing. Finally he gave up, and his gaze slowly crawled towards Thomas.

[@Enalais]

[color=orange]"Help me, would you?"[/color]

It felt at least a little better, to have sharp weapons distracting from his pitifully skinny frame. Who knows? They might even block an unlucky blow, assuming Sal had to put up with this ridiculous armour much longer.