. if you're deficient in any area."Amanda's eyes widened. "Deficient? Why? Have I done something wrong, Mistress?" Well, no, not at all. Not really. I...just thought I would be remiss in my duties if I didn't at least check now and then."Amanda was dubious. Sirinna had never done something like this before. She simply let Amanda use the skills that had already been taught and corrected on an as-needed basis. As good as Amanda was, this was very rare.Sirinna sensed her Trainee's confusion. "It is. The man didn't seem to pose an immediate threat. His hands were spread open and held out slightly from his body, a non-verbal sign of "I'm not looking for trouble". He was slightly under six feet tall with a wiry build and sandy blonde hair cut fairly short. He was dressed casually, jeans and a long sleeve flannel shirt under a windbreaker.The man stopped a comfortable distance away. Duncan raised an eyebrow. Strange. The feeling had not intensified. This man was NOT the immortal that Duncan. “The practice I mean.” He added.The team and the two of us headed up the slope to the main street to an ice cream shop and went in. After an ice cream cone. We said our good byes. “Please give me your phone numbers, Rob, Sam, Fred, Jeff, Matt, Tim, Lance, Pete. We'll have to have the eight of you over once we get settled in our new home.”All the guys wrote their phone numbers on a piece of paper handing it back to Sandra. She put it in her purse. “Thanks for the exciting time guys. It. They’re more of an emergency measure, than anything else.”“We won’t be able to use this suit in dungeons, right?” Mason asked. “I remember the fact that we would have to level up to be able to wear some of the better suits inside of our closets.”“I don’t think anyone has tried to wear them into a dungeon yet, but I would say no, not until you’re at least level one hundred, if not higher. We don’t know how dungeons determine what armor can be worn inside of a dungeon and what armor can’t. There.