A Proper Steed

Decrepit Armor-level 6
Wow, multiple levels. What the hell did you just kill? You skip over the stats; they don't particularly matter at this point.
Haunting Aura improved: radius:25m damage:20hp/sec duration:3sec cost:10mp/sec
Possess weapon improved: now emits a haunting aura (radius:2m damage:3hp/sec)(Can stack)
Great, with a duration, you wont need to stay close to an enemy. That should work well with the cavalier's tactics. Also, doing sixty damage to everything that comes in sight? If you had that back at the mansion, heroes would've just died on the doorstep. You make sure to exempt Erin from the effect.
Ability Gained: Spirit of Legacy
Use an ability from one who once wore this armor (costs 20mp+ability requirements)
And you thought the programmers didn't like you. Here, you've been breaking the game with glitches when all you had to do was level up a few times to use any move in the game. You'll have to increase your draw pool for that, as it stands it's not worth much, but it's something to look forward to.

"I think you'll like this." Erin titters.

You humor your steed and prop yourself up on your elbow. You find Erin in an ornate robe. It's mostly red complimented by yellow and orange. She's raised the hood to show it's styled to resemble a dragon's yellow snout with its bushy mustache tracing the edge of the hood and framing her face. Erin wears the robe open, showing her cleavage and her long clit. You take a look in the inventory: Alchemic Robes of Cintamani. It has pretty good stats, nothing compared to your own and nothing particularly exciting by your standards.

"I leveled a lot since last night; I'm better with illusions now." Erin pulls the robe closed and crouches. The robe rubs against her skin, twisting in response to her magic before the spell takes hold. Then, the ornate dragon head shoots forward. The ends of the robe fan out behind the witch before lashing together, weaving a long serpent body. It swells as the fabric shifts to make everything more realistic. In the end, you could swear the boss had been revived before you.

Is this the sort of steed you had in mind? Erin's voice seems omnipresent in this form. You pat her snout in affection, a shiver cascades down her serpentine body.

It's time to leave this place