Purple Death

Despite witnessing the miraculous sight of the wound on the young man's face closing up, Village Elder Carlson remained resolute in his determination to help the stranger. He diligently treated the unconscious man with various herbs, his experienced hands working with care.

A bulky, tall man with a long beard entered the tent, catching the elder's attention. "Elder Carlson," the man greeted with a furrowed brow, appearing surprised to find the stranger inside the tent.

"So, this is the stranger washed upon our shores," the man inquired as he moved closer to the unconscious figure.

However, upon closer inspection of the armor, the man's surprise deepened. "Wow, his armor. It's made of shadow steel, a rare metal," he exclaimed as he bent down to examine the intricacies of the armor closely.

"Devlan, can you remove the armor without hurting him? I don't see a way to take it off," the village elder inquired.

"Good thing you called me. Judging by the design, this armor is worn piece by pie
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