Saras walked into a small house repurposed as a shop, almost like a pawnshop/ thrift store. As he looked around inside, he found a set of armor that looked very familiar to him. He walks up to the owner. “Sir, was there a shield found with that armor set?” He asks. (assuming I’m allowed to control the owner for this short interaction) The owner nods and brings a shield up from behind the counter, the Mark of the Azarana emblazoned on the front. Saras inspects it. “How much for this and the armor?” He asks.
“What’s shown on the armor stand, plus ten percent for the shield.”
Saras nods and looks at the stand, then pays the required amount. He takes the armor and shield and goes outside to a nearby bench.
Once sitting, he put on the armored boots and chestplate, then fixed the gauntlets to his arms. He then put the hooded cape back on, leaving the hood down, and fixed the helmed onto his head, leaving the cloth around his face. Once he did, he took to scraping the Mark off of the shield the best he could, reminiscing on the times he’d fought before when wearing this armor style.
Isadau wandered around, looking for something to do.