It wasn't far away. An old Dracon certainly didn't want to travel far from his home day in, day out.
It was a ramshackle place... which was no surprise given most of the city. Dust had settled upon the floor (odd, considering his previous occupation), and the whole house was sparse... with only a few pieces of furniture and a couple of pictures upon the walls. The others wouldn't have been surprised to find an old Dracon, who lived alone, was more than a little negligent of his property.
'It looked a lot better when I first bought it. Heh, the fact that I even own it whole is satisfaction enough for me.'
He rubbed his hands together. 'Right, let's get this over and done with.'
With the assistance of the others, Eternion was quickly packed. He carried a small backpack with typical adventurers supplies (rations, a bedroll, water...), a pouch filled with some coin, two swords (Akio's gift- which he decided was a fitting name for it- as well as Almia's sword "The Guiding Light", which he would never leave without), and the robe on his back. He decided he would bring his axe "Decider" as well, but the last thing he wanted to do was swing that thing around... and do his back in.

(Decider)

(The Guiding Light)
It was then, that he turned and looked into a darkened corner near the house entrance.
He held Almia's sword in front of him, and it began to shine a humble white light. Standing in front of Eternion was a complete set of full plate armor.

It was colored a dark gray, with a lighter red running along in a pattern. Spikes ran along the back, shoulder plates, arms and legs. It also had room on the back for his tail, as well as a plate of metal to protect the top of it. All in all, it was a little rusty, dented and scratched... and the leather could use a little work... but he wondered...
'This is the only armor I have, and if we are to fight what you say we are to... then I would prefer I did it in this.'