Tsadok's trip to buy armor.

After a frustrating hour walking through Longacre, you find yourself unable to locate anything like an armor shop. The town's "armory" is laughable. You walked in to the building just to discover it was an unattended museum of relic armor and weapons that belonged to 'famous' soldiers who fought in the Chelexian Civil War and happened to be from Longacre. The retired ballista they had on display was pretty interesting, but not what you needed.

After not being able to find anything ,you decide to break down and ask someone. You get the usual frightened looks as you try to explain what you're looking for. For a bunch of retired "veterans", these humans sure do seem afraid of a large half-orc with a massive spiked hammer on his back. Eventually, you ask a grizzled looking white-haired man with a huge scar in his cheek.
"Armor? Yeah, don't have much of a place to buy that. General store could always order you some, if you'll be sticking around town a bit. Otherwise Miss Rustward might have some that could fit you. Just be polite with her, and she'll probably be more than willing to sell or trade."
The man gives you directions, which take you to The Rees House (Building 16 on the map).
Karrio Rustward is a slightly attractive woman, clearly having gained a few more pounds in the last few years as she enters middle age. Shoulder length blonde hair, with blue eyes, and an appropriate amount of make up make her easy enough to look at.

You engage her in short, direct conversation. Clearly a little preturbed about you, you do your best to appear "civilized", at least to human standards.

"Actually, we may have something in just your size. Marketti's father recently became ill, and he sold us his chainmail armor in order to help fund a trip to Westcrown to get assistance from the church of Asmodeus. He was a robust man in your age. Come with me." Miss Rustward leads you to a very large shed in the backyard of the house. Unlock two different locks, and muttering something beneath her breath, she opens the doors. Inside you see numerous farming implements, wracks of tools, and a dozen mannequins modeling dusty armor.

"Here we are." she says, pointing to a set of dusty chainmail. The size looks about right. Looking it over, you notice right about the heart area, a chunk of metal has been fused into the chain links. You peer closely at it, and Miss Rustward speaks up, "Ahh, a minor bit of damage. As the story goes, Marketti's grandfather, Randolpho blindly charged an Andoran Gunner, in order to protect his commanding officer. The Gunner shot a flaming bullet at Randolpho from point blank range, and just barely missed killing him. Randolpho proceeded to separate the Andoran's gun arm from the rest of his body, and lived to father 3 boys after the war. Shall we negotiate?" She says, smiling widely.