"Tilia!", Yordwick extended his arms, "The armor! Already? So soon?"
Tilia coughed, "We're facing harder enemies everyday."
"Did it at least serve you well?"
"We might have not won without it.", Tilia recalled the fight against Averoth.
"It's a good thing we kept the notes regarding it. We still have some of that material you gave us, repairs will be easy."
Tilia stopped for a moment, "I don't know if repair is possible."
The armor was essentially scraps. When Tilia presented them the dwarves were stunned. Yordwick gently touched each piece, "This armor was specifically designed to withstand damage to an untold degree. It should have lasted against even Fourth Star attacks. What foe did you face that was able to break it to this point?"
"Averoth, the World's Mightiest Warrior."
The dwarves were a long-lived species like the elves. Averoth, although a figure of the past, still held some significance in various legends and myths.
