Zak suddenly realizes she HAS studied the armor of several ancient civilizations-- or rather, the relics of it. Her quill darts quickly over the page and produces several copies of the strange, gladiator-type of armor that the children encountered in the Maze of Darkness.
"Well.....it'll do...for those of us who haven't anything..." Zak is eying the pile with distaste, obviously not intending to wear any herself. "If you have something else in mind, I'll do my best!" She chuckles, trying to ignore the various orcs coming steadily closer. "Anyone want to dress like the Cavalier? Or the Ranger...?" She produces some chainmaile shirts, breastplates, gauntlets, and imitation sheilds, and some studded leather armor as well.
To be amusing, she provides a Zena-Warrior-Princess-esque outfit as well.
The thought occurs to her that Cole could probably project an image of what he wants into her mind, if HE knows how it works...but the thought of someone rooting around inside her head is frankly terrifying.
She also wonders how on earth she's going to survive a battle while clutching her heavy book and tripping on a sari. I'll be a little more prepared in my next life, I hope....
