Meanwhile, Art is commenting... as he takes in the details of the armor. "You see this?" he says softly, pointing to one of the intricate etchings near the shoulders and down the sides. "I've been training with my House brothers, and we've gone over armor design... this is different. Some of these details, the embellishments—they're not meant for combat."
He runs his hand gently along a particularly ornate curve near a gauntlet, tracing the delicate glyphs. "This here, I think.... it's not just functional; it's art. These flourishes... they don't serve any real purpose for protection. They're decorative."
His gaze drifts down to the chest, and he steps back, taking in the whole figure. "It’s not just a warrior, it’s a masterpiece. Whoever made this, they weren’t just building a soldier. It’s... a labor of love, as much as it is a tool for battle. There’s more here than just magic or combat—it’s deeply personal."
He looks to Gladiola, and asks, "Do you see it? What I mean? You're the Knight, after all."