Being a warrior, or a former warrior depending on how you cut it, Cyril knew the risks of having a special set of armor. Since he was a merchant purely for the entertainment value of the act, he preferred to work with unique pieces. Were he the one buying, though, he admitted to himself that he probably would not have even spared a look at his own work. Not that any of it was gaudy or frivolous - excepting that one armor he sold to that Orlesian - but because it still stood out at times. Standing out in a real battle was a surefire way to an early death.
With a grunt, he acknowledged the turn his own thoughts had taken him. "It won't hurt to make simple armor, if anything, it'll be practice. When it comes to a battle rather than a parade of foppery, simple is best." His mind was already moving over the problem. He had some basic armor blanks that he had bought off another armorer that he planned on strengthening and lightening. It was going to be a project for a cold winter day, when he wanted to spent countless hours over the forge, but starting sooner rather than later...yes, he could do it.
Remembering what Gorim had taught him about making a sale, he halfheartedly tacked on, "Are you sure I can't interest you in buying some traps? As you can see, I have many to sell."