OOC:
Yeah, just went digging and found it. You all have 840 ingots of mithril with you.
When you get back to your room, Cemos, Enzo instructs you to strip down to just the clothes you'd wear under your armor. Once you are down, he pulls out a tape measure and a small wand. With a flick of the wand, the tape quickly marks down your measurements as it needs to. Down your arms, across your shoulders, around your waist and chest, legs. Everywhere. He scribbles notes down, making excited comments as he does so.
Ok, well, here we go. I've your measurements. If you can provide me with the mithril ingots tonight, I will start tomorrow. You've likely got two or three days before I'll need to measure any pieces. A lot of preparatory works, you see. As for making it impervious to acid damage, there's some things I'd like to try, but I've no idea if they are truly functional. If you could spare another ingot or two, I could easily test my theories.
Provided the rest of you retire to the rooms, you all sleep very well. When you've had your rest, the unmistakable smell of roasting mushrooms wafts through your rooms. You've all had a long rest and are free to be about your business!
OOC:
We'll manage the negotiations for the ingots and how many you want to provide, if you want to sell, whatever, to OOC discussions. We'll assume that Cemos provides whatever ingots your group authorizes to Enzo after the fitting. Cemos, after you provide him that, he leaves you and you are able to sleep restfully as well.