Percev rubbed his hands together slowly, an appraising eye taking in the length of the armour displayed before him. "Aye, fine work it is indeed master Oakleaf" he said, his lined face splitting into a wide grin.
"I'm sure my Master will be most pleased with it" he leaned down to bring over a footstol from a nearby table, stepping up on it to admire the shoulder guard. "I'm noting that ye've mannaged to add the scales here without besmirching their deep green colour, that's quite feat-" he continued, apperantly looking for his own reflection in the breast plate before jumping down to the floor again "Or, ah, so I've heard... at least"
He then dipped his hand inside the folds of his tunic, and came back out with the platinum rod Kirion had left in his custody earlier. "And this is fer you I presume, seeing as ye've finished the work on time. The payment will be brought to your doorstep tomorrow morning, after my Master has seen the work himself"