He looked Sol up and down, his eyes squinting hard as he felt the heavy, dense air vibrating around Sol's body.
"You hit Layer 2. I can feel the badger soul in your chest… it's wider, heavier. The old armor would have been too light for you anyway. You would have stretched the seams just by breathing."
Teshar turned around, walking over to a large bundle wrapped in thick, protective cloth resting on an obsidian slab. He uncovered it with a dramatic flourish that bordered on the theatrical.
"Behold," Teshar whispered, his voice dropping into a register of profound, religious solemnity. "Your new shell. The Rockhorn Inner Lining Carcass Armor."
Sol stood up, stepping closer to the table.
The armor resting there didn't have the silver-gray, flexible look of the Badger hide.
This gear was pitch black.
