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Greg bestows the breastplate of Argon upon yet another outraged female adventurer.
She looks at the metal plate bikini in disgusted disbelief. "Seriously? This is supposed to be armour?This is so immersion breaking."
Greg shrugs helplessly. "It's the only reward Ican give you, now you've chosen it."
The adventurer rolls her eyes and takes it reluctantly. She mutters. "Maybe Bodger will trade it in for something decent."
The adventurer begins to stalk away in disgust, armour still in hand.
At this point Charles and Bernard accost her.
"Give us all your gold, or we'll mug ya!"
The adventurer looks at them both, annoyed, then shoves the armour into one of their waiting hands. "Here." She says. "It's all yours." And pushes past them.
Charles and Bernard are briefly excited that they've been successful in mugging something golden, chuckling to one another. Then they hold up the chain mail bikini to get a closer look at it.
"Uh... it's.. very nice." Charles says, brow furrowed trying to figure out what to do with it.
"It's golden." Bernard says admiringly.
Charles asks. "So, uh.. Do you wanna wear it?"
Bernard shakes his head. "Uh.. you wear the fancy clothes, between the two of us."
"Which is why I don't want to deprive you of the chance to have more ... sartorial flair." Charles awkwardly flourishes his wrist in deference.
"But I like looking at gold, not wearing it." Bernard says blankly.
"Well... ok." Charles replies. He equips it.
"I feel beautiful." Charles says with a broad smile, standing in his usual slump shouldered stance.
"Yeah. You look lovely, Charles."
Bernard puts on Schmargenroggian nipple tassles and grins to himself. "I feel pretty."