On those trips, I decided that to add more to the dramatic flair, I was going to wear my old robes again. They were still in pristine condition, like the majority of my crafted items. The blue still retained its vivid color and the gray leather still held. The enchantments still held as strong as the day I died. No stitching of where the sword had pierced my chest. The minor protection and temperature control were still active. It would take time to get used to them again. Especially the upper arm fingerless gloves. In my mind, it has only been eighteen years since I last wore them, even though it was nine hundred years.