Ghorbash and the Bonemold Armor.“Just put it on Ghorbash.”“Why? I’m fine just the way I am!”“Ghorbash.”Sigh.“Fine. Give me the stupid thing.”With a triumphant smile on my face I handed Ghorbash the Iron Hand the bonemold armour.He grabbed it, disappeared behind the rock I was leaning on and reappeared a few minutes later.“It feels stiff.” He complained almost instantly, rolling his joints back and forth in the rigid yellow plated armour.“It will do, it was forged recently.”“Hmph. I don’t see why I gotta wear it in the first place.” The orc muttered gruffly.“Because your dragonbone armour does not react well with the ash. If we’re going to be staying here for as long as is probable, you need better equipment that isn’t going to hinder you.”A horrified expression took over Ghorbash’s features for a split second before he blurted, “You’re not taking my dragonbone weapons!