"You said a survivor of your caravan described this armored demon," Owain said, snatching the parchment from Loman with enough force that he nearly tore a corner off the sketch. "Was he a soldier or a knight who understands armor well? Was the man who sketched this an armorer?"
There were several details about the sketch that seemed odd to Owain's trained eyes. From the way the plates fit together to the strange gaps that looked like they were either covered by overlapping metal scales or were exposing the scales of the demon itself. It was difficult to say, leaving him to wonder if this was a real thing or a fanciful imagining by a drunken farmer who fell off his wagon.
