Raidou looked at the clothes. "I need a cup of coffee and two cookies for dipping." he said, solemnly with a bit of a slur, reaching out and starting with the cool metal plate, secured to the dark blue cotton.
You never saw these new anymore.
You rarely saw the plates on the original cloth. They ended up riveted to hats or scabbards or the prow of a ship.
He traced the lines and for a moment could almost smell pine. "How's Ibiki doing?"