Alley wastes no time in getting the box open, using a small paring knife she'd taken from the kitchen at some point and stashed in her red hoodie's front pocket, to cut the packaging.
When one only has one hand, one has to make use of what tools they can.
The top opened, Alley reaches in and grabs the shield and lifts it out. It's every big as big and bulky as the weight had suggested. And... spiked, in places. And... glowing? Those four blue squares at the top of its face are definitely glowing, electric blue. Lyrium.
"Fucking finally. I had to borrow a shield last mission and it was tiny and light."
Neither trait which the Champion-specialized warrior appreciates in a shield.
She sets the shield aside and reaches into the box again to retrieve the straps that will let her wear it on her back, irregardless of whatever else she's wearing. Someday, she'll order her usual armor from the train, but for now the cloth train uniform and the shield have to get along.
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When one only has one hand, one has to make use of what tools they can.
The top opened, Alley reaches in and grabs the shield and lifts it out. It's every big as big and bulky as the weight had suggested. And...
spiked, in places. And... glowing? Those four blue squares at the top of its face are definitely glowing, electric blue. Lyrium.
"Fucking finally. I had to borrow a shield last mission and it was tiny and light."
Neither trait which the Champion-specialized warrior appreciates in a shield.
She sets the shield aside and reaches into the box again to retrieve the straps that will let her wear it on her back, irregardless of whatever else she's wearing. Someday, she'll order her usual armor from the train, but for now the cloth train uniform and the shield have to get along.