Nodding vigorously, he scrambled to his feet, bow in hand. At some point during the night he had pulled his ponytail free so he could comb his fingers through his hair, trying to use the rain to rid himself of mud, which made stuffing it back into his hood messier than he was used to. Suddenly, Riaan paused, hands still touching the enchanted fabric. "Should I get new armour? Or d'you want people thinking you're hiring an assassin?" He asked reluctantly, aware that it needed to be said but unwilling to let go of such a wonderful set of light armour.
Riaan doubted he would ever wear light armour as fine as the Dark Brotherhood's uniform again. Besides, as frightening as his family was, the Sanctuary had began to feel like home. Wearing new armour would make it all the more real that he was a traitor, unfit to serve Sithis.
it'd be funny if it became like,,,, an inside joke that Ri almost assassinated him,,,,