[h2]Tyaethe[/h2]

"Oh, I see," she said, looking ahead at the view, "It's not really the view, it's the feeling, sitting somewhere pretty high off the ground and talking normally. I used to do this a lot..."

It also seemed that nobody had come outside with the shard yet. That didn't bode well for the thing [i]still being here[/i], with everyone split up and searching for it in particular, this fortification wasn't nearly so big enough that it should be difficult to find. When she found out what complete moron had kept a [i]deadly artefact[/i] outside of safe [i]and tracked[/i] storage...

"Say, how did you get your armour? Even if mercenary work pays well, getting something like [i]this...[/i]," Tyaethe wondered, tapping at the thick metal. The number of smiths who would even dare to [i]try[/i] and make a piece of this size, let alone be able to pull it off? The cost and difficulty could only increase exponentially. "I don't even think our smith could pull it off with the tools and space Candaeln has on-site, though I'm sure he could maintain or enchant it."