Capítulo 150: Hope for a Bed

End gave Morne a swift once-over before nodding with a satisfied look. "Good. It seems you fit in the armor after all. As I'm sure you've realized, it's thinner than it is for us elves, so it won't be as sturdy as when we wear it. Also, your joints and the insides of your arms and legs will be weaker to attack than elsewhere."

"I figured as much," Morne nodded. After he learned his armor's ranges of movement, he started moving his head this way and that, getting used to seeing through the visor of his new helmet. "How do you see in these things?"

It was one thing to notice that the helmet's slit eyeholes were narrow. It was another thing to actually experience just how much that narrowness cut off his vision.