Harem Ethics 101

68. What's in the Bag?

It’d taken a couple hours to try on the dark gray leather armor and get it properly fitted, but when all was said and done, it fit as though it were made for me. The protective hide covered my torso, shoulders, upper arms, and thighs, which allowed my arms and legs to be more or less unrestricted in their movements.

However, this lack of protection for my limbs had caused me to shift my weight uneasily as I realized the only thing keeping my leg from getting cut off at the knees, or my arms at the elbows, was the fabric of my pants and shirt.

The shopkeeper had addressed my concerns by telling me, “Mobility comes with more risk to those who lack skill…” His words hadn’t really helped, but they had made a certain amount of sense.

Worries aside, though, I had immediately discarded my previous outfit before conjuring a new cloak, long sleeved shirt, pants, boots, and pair of gloves all the same dark smokey color as the armor.

The shopkeeper had let out a raspy chuckle at my desire