Rannos Davl, the shorter, slower, fatter of the two men listens to Gilly patiently before replying in his slow drawling manner. "Ah, but you see , little one... Our associate here is fit to be hired to act as personal security for our Trading Post at the moment. Sword? But of course! Even a longbow as well... Shield? Not so much our associate's style, nor likely to be needed most days. And chainmail? Again, it would be quite uncomfortable to stand in mail every day when leather will be sufficient most days...
"But, my little friend... This village is small and word travels fast. Do not think we haven't heard of the loss of two of your own companions on your first venture to that useless pile of rubble out there yesterday. And if word be true, both of those were dragged back to our village wearing heavy plate. Why you yourself, it is told, wandered back to this village looking as if Death himself had already claimed you for his own, and what do you wear? But mere leathers as well. And I can assure you, young halfling, our associate, while keen with sword and bow, is not nearly so hardy as the likes of you. I doubt even the mightiest man could have survived the wounds you seem to have took in battle and lived to return to our Trading Post with goods to sell.
"Our associate is not asking for heavy plate, despite evidence that would suggest it likely necessary. He's merely asking that you meet him halfway, and furnish him with some chainmail. But to venture forth in leather... Pfft! Only a fool or a halfling as hardy and lucky as yourself would return to that place in leather. I'm sure you understand..."