With a little pop Pips was standing in the middle of the suit of armor. His elf hand to his nose. The smell was awful, but an elf had to do what an elf had to do. So he began cleaning and trying to make the armor shine again.


"Beezly did you make this smell?" He hadn't noticed the other elf before, but walking around the armor he say her. Maybe she left the stink before starting to clean.