"Just a little bit~" Kuroneko teased.
As Rin slipped on her vambraces, the older Neko grabbed the greaves, helping her put them on. Despite her words, the way she did so was not unlike a mother helping a child put on shoes. She'd find that the vambraces were basically a single piece of leather that wrapped around her forearms to protect them, with the greaves being much the same. Since they didn't have buckles however, they both relied on leather bands tied into knots; fortunately, they weren't the sort that was like something found on a corset. Though that would have fit better, a single cut would have had the whole thing come off. Instead, each had three of these bands to tie, and though a small hassle to put on and off, made sure they were sturdy when in use. "When you use your bow, make sure the string doesn't catch on your inner forearm; these vambraces aren't bracers where it'll just slide off after all," the black and orange haired woman advised her.
"It's a bit of a shame," Sif remarked to Aya as Rin dressed. "I would have liked to see her take on the same front-line role as you are Aya, since our people are as strong as human men that are bigger than us." Looking at the milky-blue young woman from head to toe, the table top dwelling Mini-Neko added, "You shouldn't worry about the arrows penetrating your body so much. Short of one to your heart, you'll be able to keep fighting so long as you don't pull them out and remember to block the pain." At the same time, Dimitri found himself what looked like a dozen bodkin bolts amongst all the different broadheads. These had short, stout points, but with a pyramid-like construction ending in a fine tip. They looked like they'd do some real damage to armor. While the Nepleslian was looking them over however, the Kobold was nervously fidgeting at his question.
"Koboldss like cavess. Like to dig. But never go deep! Never. If we do, may get eaten...or worsse," it's slightly raspy, slightly whistling voice trailed off. "You, uh, probably have to worry about Goblins and Hobgoblins most," the slave-clerk began to explain. "Goblins, hate goblins. Filthy, stupid, unclean, unorderly, rule breaking vermin. As tall as Kobolds at best, but often a little less, with big, wide mouths with teeth and always hungry. Kobolds' sworn enemy! Easy kill, but many-many." Tugging at the back of its tunic, it added, "Don't let them hop on, or it will drop something down, like snake, or giant spider or worse!" Clicking its claws together like a person nervously touching the tips of all their fingers, it told them one more thing. "Hobgoblins though, much more dangerous. Much more. Are - "
"Curses Yayap! I thought I told you to let me handle the customers!" a deep voice boomed. The back door swinging open, a tall, burly fellow with a thick brown beard stepped into view. "Go on, get! And take that torn up Padded Jack into the back - it needs to be fixed by tomorrow, but help the children with theirs first," he shooed the Kobold. Giving a single chirping squeak of shock and fear, Yayap scurried away with frightening speed, its claws scratching at the wooden floor. Sighing, the big man stepped into the store front. "I hope that one hasn't given any of you trouble. Kobolds are devious, nasty little things if you're too nice to them, but enough about that! Are you finding everything well here?" he honestly smiled at them all.
