Helm [2 denarii]

"I need a helmet," you inform him. He smiles broadly.

"Of course, sir. We have plenty to choose from. May I take the measure of your head?"

Inclining your head, you let him measure you briefly, then step back as he rummages. Finally, he emerges with a shining steel helmet. No plume or anything - it's not military - but it looks sturdy and functional. You try it on and give him some notes; after he makes a few adjustments, you put it on again.

"How does it feel now?"

You smile. "It feels perfect." The helmet's firmly seated on your head, but not so tight as to crush you, and it's well-padded. Yes, this will do nicely. You pay the man and head out, glad to have this extra bit of personal protection. Not that you'll wear it everywhere - but it seems good to have on hand.