[Henry collects his mail and takes a seat. He has already removed all of the broken rings from both pieces -- it is entirely necessary to replace them once they are damaged -- leaving neat holes in the weave. He passes her his mail sleeve to inspect, wondering if she has ever dealt with mail before. Mail has both drape and weight; the nature of the weave means that is expands and contracts horizontally, but has no vertical movement.]
A ring not soldered closed shall warp when struck. No armour at all is better than ineffectual armour. Therein there is no false assurance of defence.
[Henry drags his haubergeon in front of him, but rather than pay attention to the hole at the back shoulder, lays it so the bottom edge is within optimal reach. He spares a moment to fetch two pairs of pliers and sets them both beside him. Next, he places a pair of cutters at his other side.
He drags a finger along the hem thoughtfully.]
...Hm. I should only have to lose one row for these repairs.
[From his pocket he pulls free a piece of folded paper, which he then opens up and leaves out. Drawn upon it is a vital reference: the missing rings mapped out for both his sleeve and haubergeon, each row annotated with an alternating L or R. It's important that the number of rings and the direction that they lean is exact.]
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Date: 2016-06-07 11:33 pm (UTC)[Henry collects his mail and takes a seat. He has already removed all of the broken rings from both pieces -- it is entirely necessary to replace them once they are damaged -- leaving neat holes in the weave. He passes her his mail sleeve to inspect, wondering if she has ever dealt with mail before. Mail has both drape and weight; the nature of the weave means that is expands and contracts horizontally, but has no vertical movement.]
A ring not soldered closed shall warp when struck. No armour at all is better than ineffectual armour. Therein there is no false assurance of defence.
[Henry drags his haubergeon in front of him, but rather than pay attention to the hole at the back shoulder, lays it so the bottom edge is within optimal reach. He spares a moment to fetch two pairs of pliers and sets them both beside him. Next, he places a pair of cutters at his other side.
He drags a finger along the hem thoughtfully.]
...Hm. I should only have to lose one row for these repairs.
[From his pocket he pulls free a piece of folded paper, which he then opens up and leaves out. Drawn upon it is a vital reference: the missing rings mapped out for both his sleeve and haubergeon, each row annotated with an alternating L or R. It's important that the number of rings and the direction that they lean is exact.]