Finally that morning Wilfris would go to pick up her new armour, she had commissioned it from the best gunsmith in the country.

She entered the shop, she couldn’t wait to try it out, to make his enemies even more afraid!

The gunsmith greeted her and with a rapid movement raised the fabric that covered the armor.

Wilfris cried out, her face had become a mask of terror…

Perhaps she should have warned first the gunsmith that she had an irrational phobia for birds!