"Making garments and armors," she said, her voice trembling but steady enough to sound truthful.
Armor? That word alone caught my attention. I tilted my head slightly, the corner of my mouth tightening with interest. "You can make armor?"
"Not make exactly," she replied quickly, her hands fidgeting at her sides. "I can modify already crafted armor—reinforce its structure, enhance its durability, and make it easier for the wearer to move in. I can even adjust the fit so it feels like a second skin."
There was no boast in her tone, just a quiet practicality, the kind that came from someone who had done this often.
"Is that what Threadbare does?" I asked, keeping my gaze fixed on her.
"Yes," she said after a pause, "and more."
That last part lingered in the air like bait. I could feel the intrigue stirring in my chest. More? Just how deep did her ability go?
