Visit the smithy.

Your group soon arrives outside Laira's shop. The ginger girl is nowhere to be seen, and the forge isn't lit, though Yin leads you straight up to the front door instead. There she knocks politely, stands aside, and holds her skirt politely as she waits. You hardly need to wait long, as the door swings open a mere moment later.

Standing in the doorway is Laira, though not in her typical overalls. Instead, she's dressed in pajamas. They consist of a single white, button-up shirt, that's made long enough to almost reach her knees, like a dress, though you're unsure if she has shorts or not. It's impossible to tell. Though the tease of such a garment of course keeps telling you that no, there's nothing at all beneath it, even though you truly have no idea. That's the power of such an outfit. The mystery. Either way, she still looks groggy, and her ginger hair is a mess, but she beckons you inside with a smile.

"Hiya," she says, though her voice is lower and quieter than usual. "Come on in, please."

You follow behind the sleepy smithy and see Mina standing on a chair by a long table. Atop the surface is an entire outfit neatly folded. Then once everyone is inside, and a moment passes, Laira slaps both of her cheeks and shakes her head.

"Sorry," Mina says. "But you can't get this girl to sleep while there's still work to do, so I finally got her to take a nap now that we're finished. She was working really hard while we were out."

"No, no," Laira replies swiftly. "It isn't work to me. Providing me with this job has made me happier than I've ever been. Sorry for not presenting myself proper, but I gotta show you this now, Kyle. Please, take all of this to the other room and get dressed. At last, you'll have a suit of armour fit to be called garments of the Demon King!" It seems she's starting to wake up at last.

You step over to the table. The first thing you lift is the left sleeve as you gaze down at the rest. It looks beautiful, yet it's light. The scales from that eldritch, dragon-like beast are only part of this attire. There's so much more, and it's transformed into something far from what you expected when seeing the raw materials. "It's amazing," you say quietly. "I can't wait to put it on. Here, I'll be quick." Then after you get an armful, Laira comes over as well, and grabs the rest.

"Sorry here, I got some too. Follow me," she says, leading you into another room.

The pixies wait behind before you pass into what seems to be her bedroom. It's small and quite messy, though she doesn't seem to care. As she bends over to place down the pieces of the suit atop her bed, you watch as her pajama shirt is slowly pulled up her legs, and it nearly reaches her rear before she finishes and stands up straight again. "There," she says, clapping her hands. "You said you'll be quick, but take your time. Let me know how it fits. Luna helped out as well, you know, and she seems pretty confident in your measurements." She then proceeds back to the doorway.

"All right," you say with a nod. "Be back in a minute then."

Laira smiles eagerly and closes her door, leaving you by yourself.