Gillian/Ari | 4:00 PM - GOODWIN'S OUTFITTING
"Let's take a better look." Gillian carefully picked up the breastplate in question, its size similar enough to the ones forged for squires, but it likely made a decent enough fit for the slender frame the bard possessed. She examined the straps and fittings, the many damages it had incurred. She had seen worse before, much worse than this. "I wouldn't worry," she said finally, setting the armor back onto the counter. "You could even ask them to mold it to a better fitting, if you wanted."
As for her own adventures, Gillian offered a smirk. "I could weave a hairy tale or two of my own," she admitted. Not that she could offer most of them freely, unfortunately, confidentiality agreements remaining honored in the name of good business.
However, she could afford to offer other details. "With the ranks thinned this year, I've been taking on more work myself admittedly." It was a slightly sore admission, but true enough--finding new and useful members for the Company was a difficult task, and time consuming. And it wasn't often that she found herself with time to spare anyway, even for matters like catching up with family.