Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
"Safer that way." Aspel couldn't help but mutter. If she had learned such a lesson while younger, her life most likely would have been much simpler. However, that had not been the case and life was rarely ever that easy. Maybe if she just stuck with those ideas from here on out, then things would just go away. Though, that was merely a pipe dream and she was well aware of it.
"Mm." Was the thoughtless response to Ari's direction and Aspel continued to stand, even if the weight of her armor was starting to be felt a bit too much at this point. A glance was given around the room, she really needed to clean things up but that would have to be saved for another time, perhaps after all the custom orders were filled and she hit a lull in activity that was prone to happen eventually. The fall and winter months, aside from holiday gifts tended to be slow. Perhaps if she could pull some sort of trick like she had arranged with the founders festival, that would assist with business though... Hrm, something to consider a bit further along in the year.
Fingers moved idly against the buckles, feeling stiff and sore. The sword hilt hadn't protected her hands as well as it was intended too, that would be something she'd need to correct before long. However, when Ari stood, the buckles were half undone, and Aspel's jaw was only partly tightened in pain. Thankfully, the chain mail mesh she had specially designed to cover between the armor joints and lessen the weakness in those areas did not conflict with the buckles.
After this would be the armor along her arms, then the padding which would leave her in the standard set of clothing she wore underneath, which undoubtedly would be half sweat soaked.
"To think, your first chance at undressing me comes with blood and bruises." Aspel couldn't help the joke as the remaining pieces were slowly deconstructed bit by bit.