The archers of the volunteer militia have been pressing the knights' armory for less flammable trousers, yet we have naught to spare for the commoners' pursuit of glory. Yet the Holy See backs their demands, so I would entrust the task to another for an ample amount of coin. For all of their commotion, I do hope equipping them with lavish leggings will conjure some merit, for should the militia fail and Ishgard fall, they might hang themselves in their finery to spare them the pain of burning on all sides─save the legs.