Sir Thomas considered the imposing suit of plate mail, the light smoldering upon its
surface in deep, almost sooty reds. "Quite an elegant piece. It wouldn't look this
good if it had seen any combat, of course, but it's almost certainly ceremonial in any
Mr. Flowers drifted closer, nodding in agreement. "Even the foremost experts are still uncertain what gives this work its ruddy hue, which as you'll notice is particularly prominent when the light catches it just so."
Sir Thomas reached out to touch it, stopping inches short of the burnished metal. "It could be occupied, and you wouldn't necessarily know it. There's a sense of motion - violence, even, - to it somehow. What sort of man would have worn armor such as this?"