Heading Off.

Grant looked at Cecil, then he shifted his gaze to Ryan as he cocked his head in confusion. However, Ryan's confused expression seemed even more extreme as he looked at Grant, who was still clad in a full set of armor.

"You couldn't possibly sleep with that armor on?" Ryan asked, bewildered. "Right?"

Grant ignored Ryan, turning back to Cecil.

"What..."

"Give me a shirt," Cecil cut Grant off, "and two cloaks," she instructed, her tone bearing a commanding edge.

"Yes," Grant went back into his room.

"So... so you're saying he has clothes that are not full armor sets?" Ryan turned to Cecil, who actively attempted to hold in a smile.

"Why are we going to the mine?" Ryan inquired, moving on to more serious business.

"For inspection. The goods have been loaded up, so we run a quick check and then we leave."

"Already? What happened to a day or two... It's only been one night," Ryan questioned the hurry.