The Knight nods. He's right and they know it, no matter that their pride's been mildly bruised.

They circle the armor again. Of course, there are no scratches or the like; the worst is some kicked-up dust and gravel they sweep off with a tendril.

A glance at their map. There's a Snail Shaman in the Ancestral Mound just next door, up a small tunnel. We can visit if you have questions for that one. now or some other time.