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Illyria is in the bar, in a booth, with a bunch of tiny metal rings spread out in front of her.
At the suggestion of Cass the book on medieval weaponry she read a while back, she's linking the rings together to make things out of chainmail. She's not really so interested in it as armor, as her own serves her quite well, but the patterns made by the interlocking rings intrigue her, and the monotony of the action is oddly soothing. Come ask her what she's doing. She may even take enough notice of your existence to answer.
At the suggestion of Cass the book on medieval weaponry she read a while back, she's linking the rings together to make things out of chainmail. She's not really so interested in it as armor, as her own serves her quite well, but the patterns made by the interlocking rings intrigue her, and the monotony of the action is oddly soothing. Come ask her what she's doing. She may even take enough notice of your existence to answer.