100-Word Challenge, Day 309

I slip into the armor with ease and I am amazed to find it fits perfectly, as if it were made solely for me. “Incredible,” I whispered.

Accantha pulls one last item from the pile and returns the tarp to its original place. “It’s made to expand or contract to fit the wearer.” She holds up a steel helm inlaid with gold filigree and says, “put this on and we’ll get going. I don’t know if this wizard knows what he is in for, but we will make sure to teach him that his kind are not welcome here unless invited.”

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