Gerak's Fetish

*Creak

The door of the Ouru´Fire Smith opened slowly with a creaking noise.

Appearing in the door was a two-meter tall figure with a dark cloak around him and a long sword in his right arm while his left arm was dragging a corpse through the ground.

*Bah

Throwing the corpse in front of him, the tall figure removed this cloak, and who appeared was Danzel with this dark gray heavy plated armor with his helmet having only four small holes, it brings the question of how he even saw.

"Ugh... wearing a pauldron with those spikes on me sure is awkward..." Danzel complained as he inspected his cloak.

Though the spikes weren´t particularly long, their sharpness wasn´t to joke to laugh about. 

If it weren´t for the fact that this cloak was of high quality, he could say goodbye to this cloak already.

Heck, they were already signs of damage inside the cloak around the shoulder area.