"By Vergadain's beard!!!!" Furakas exlaimed after taking a moment to catch his breath.
The dwarf and this two companions Alek and Dunn had just finished wiping the floor with some monstrocities he would later learn to be called plaguechanged and as he stomped around daring anything to present itself to the fearsome trio, Furakas had spied something that he appreciated more thank a strong drink.
"What luck!" he bellowed when he realized that a perfectly good set of armor was just sitting there for him to don. "Well, not for you, my poor lad." he said to the recently deceased Son of Alagondar.
"It's a damn shame." he muttered as he helped himself to the armor. "But at least you were struck down encased in such fine metal opposed to in your undergarments while you slept."
After tugging the last gauntlet off the recently deceased dwarven escort, Furakas began stripping right there in the middle of the street and with the aid of Alek, was wearing a (relatively) new set of armor.
As much as he found himself in the thick of things, the added protection was defintely a godsend.