Re-Armoring (discontinued)

His chainmail clanked as his body bobbed up and down in the thick snow. The wind howled against his riding his, making vision nearly impossible. Perhaps wearing such heavy armour and flowing garb wasn't quite the brightest idea of non-brilliant ideas he'd ever had. The warrior toyed with the blue and silver ring on his ring finger, meditating its meaning for a moment as he walked: he'd been approached by a priest of a strange church who'd recruited him, as a knight of the Circle, to follow a dangerous man who'd been wanted for years now. As a knight with honour and the need for gold, Ibilin had complied, and the priest had given him the ring to represent his loyalty to him, as well as the promise of the most gold one could possibly understand. 

Ibilin continued walking until he reached the armory of Wildgard City, where'd he'd been looking to get his second short sword replaced after a nasty encounter with some barbarians. However, something just behind him--a person leaving the armory--caught his eye and he turned around to see the black hair and large staff of the shape-shifting bear queen he'd had the misfortune of running into when he'd first arrived. 

Ibilin put on his most bardic smile and turned to the queen as the man in charge of the armory searched for an identical sword for his client.

"Oi, Queenie." He said with attitude. "Long time no see, innit?"