Hello, traveler!
What is it you seek?
Some protection from harm,
in this land so bleak?

You own a blade.
You own a shield.
What could one need,
save weapons to wield?

Alas, the solution to your apprehension
lie not in palm, nor pack, nor canteen.
Rather, it seems you've no protection.
Neither gauntlet nor brigandine.

What is it, you say?
You've brought it thus far?
The toughest of runite
smelted straight from the bar?

This is the armor
that you should truly be in.
With a plume of deep violet
and helm of cerulean.

You say the reason
that you have not donned
the armor of rune
(of which most are fond)

is due to its visage.
The purely cosmetic.
You recoil and hiss
at the platemail's aesthetic.

It so happens I'm a gilder
from miles away.
I know what you're thinking:
"It's my lucky day!"

Go on, hand it over
Your excitement has brimmed.
There will be no fee, and
I'll have it trimmed.