Raikon smiled brightly. Her suggestion was just what he wanted! He spend little time thinking about what kind of weapons he wanted. "I want a sword and..." he uttered and then stopped for a second, looking at her curiously. "...wait, if you're all stop aging at some point, there is no way you can have armor my size." he pointed out. "Or did you secretly measure me before or something?" he asked curiously. Feeling like a destined hero, Raikon imagined there would be some kind of super-awesome armor specifically made for the "chosen one" or something like that here. The thought of that excited him a lot and that was noticeable.