On hearing Aya's plea, Sif let out a sigh and nodded, pointing to the Kobold, who in turn gave a startlingly cat-like growl of annoyance when it heard the blue skinned Neko. Not the angry kind, but one with a little whine in it; the kind cats gave when they were ignored and pleaded for attention.
"Gambeson Miss Aya, gambeson!" the little lizard person spoke up, its tail slapping against the hardwood floor. The sound was almost like a series of claps to try and get her attention as it pointed at the garment that Dimitri was holding. "Like said, heavier one for armor alone, lighter one for under armor!" it exclaimed, trotting over to a chest nearby. "Is thicker at arms and legs for protection, and thinner at chest to breathe, but still padded enough for mammal jubblies!" It spoke without pausing in the slightest, as though nothing was wrong at all.
"Considering how things are so quiet back home, it's not surprising most...plays and theater don't depict 'modern' warfare very well," Sif spoke up from Kuroneko's shoulder, pausing to get the wording right and avoid notice. "Unlike the uneducated, I prefer those that are accurate, and from what I know, gambesons work. Otherwise, they wouldn't be the most commonly used protection," she pointed out. More importantly, it seemed Sif didn't have any problems with what the Kobold said about mammals either.
"She's calling you all pleb-tier and is showing off her power level," Kuroneko whispered indiscreetly. This drew a stare from the Mini-Neko on her shoulder, who reached out to pinch and pull on the tiger-haired woman's ear. "Ahh!!~" Talking to the young man next, it turned its head so that one eye fell on it while the other searched the contents of the chest.
"You break, you buy, so no damaging perfectly good, uh, goods!" it squeaked up at him. Finding what it as looking for, it pulled out what looked like another gambeson. Unlike the one Dimitri was looking at however, the similarities pretty much ended with them both being the same type of clothing. Brown in color, it looked like its owner had become a hero. Showing the article of clothing to them all, massive claw marks could be seen digging into the back and shoulder of the cloth armor coat as some large animal had pounced on its owner, tearing the fluff out. On the front, it looked like blades had both wiped their blood onto and occasionally sliced into the cloth of both forearms, while the chest had several small, slit shaped holes all over, the stuffing having been pulled out as though arrows had been torn away. All across it, the darker reddish brown stains of blood could be seen, but none of it seemed to bleed out from within. The inner layers weren't breached anywhere Except at one place. On the lower flap which covered the thigh was a neat, square shaped hole at the center of a single rust colored stain. "Need to wash and stuff and fix today, hehe!"
"Ara.~ What do we have here?" Kuroneko asked, leaning forwards to get a slightly better view. Sif hopped down onto the table and strode over, eying it herself. "There's cuts on the forearms, and arrow holes on the chest. I don't think this person had a shield," the orange and black haired woman observed. "Maybe this person had something like a spear?" she guessed. The Kobold wagged its tail.
"Tiger-Lady is smart! Was halberd man in caravan when attacked. He said he and friends was like porcupine family, so they switched to bodkin arrows, armor piercing," the Kobold happily told them all. "Many different kinds, with Northmen Needle ss-scariest," the scaly clerk shivered. "From hunting bow, like spicy-red woman's - " it gestured at Rin, "- most broadheads won't go into gambeson, but bodkins will when close, and maybe leather with arming doublet, but only if unlucky," the little lizard person explained. "Light crossbow will only go through chainmail up close, but can go further away with bodkins. Brigandine will stop light crossbow with bodkin most of times." As though a lantern was suddenly lit above its head, the Kobold skittered over to where Rin was earlier, and retrieved a pair of arrows. Rushing back, it held them up. Dark metal glinted at the tips, with one looking utterly classical in its wide, triangular build made to slash as it penetrated - a broadhead. The other, however, was built like a long and tall pyramid to pierce, and pierce lots - a bodkin. "Want arrows?" it happily asked them, the Kobold's toothy mouth open in what had to be a smile.
Sif however, wasn't quite interested. Her ears swept back, as though she had noticed something off.
"You seem to know quite a lot," she pointed out. The two were eye to eye since the little woman stood on the table and its surface was just level with its neck, allowing her to stare it down. "How?" It didn't answer, not right away, but its eyes darted from one person to another before it drew back the arrows it was offering, like a child who was suddenly afraid.
"I was, uh, don't have word in Common. Role was like, Hunter-Scout-Far-Away-Doer? Got separated when hunting prey and caught. Then, sold here," it replied, tipping its head down towards the floor. "Owners, they're...they're nice though."
