understand it. She asked if she could see the joinery, and took off her close-faced helmet so she could see it better, revealing her to be orsimer. She seemed impressed, and asked me its name. She seemed disappointed when I told her I didn't know, and urged me to give it a name when I can think of a fitting one. I asked her what kind of names suits of armor are given and she told me "good ones."
I pressed her for what she would name it and she said something in Orsimer and told me it's the term that refer to those Orsimer who have left a stronghold and are thus no longer considered Orsimer - just like her, she added. An incredibly
poignant statement - I imagine I must have looked a little saddened, and she corrected me: Malacath is an outcast too, and she is stronger now than she ever was; the armor is the same. She told me that were it not so small (she was at least two heads taller than I and twice as broad) she would challenge me for it. I promised her I would name it, and she thanked me and pointed me to the inn.
I have since eaten lunch and paid for a room in the inn. I spoke with the publican while I ate: there are frequent boats ferrying cargo back and forth between Vvardenfell and the mainland, and occasionally a passenger ship as well, but most