Clef sighed and stood. The books and his pen all vanished into the gem on his forehead. He picked up his staff and looked at him. "I am wearing an example of the armor I can make now. You may feel free to strike me as you wish to prove its effectiveness. As for materials, that depends on the sort of armor requested. Gems are a minimum requirement."

His seemingly cloth clothing rippled as he moved, as if in a breeze.