" We were passing suits of armor at irregular intervals, and as usual, I had an uncomfortable feeling that I was under observation.
“There’s someone inside that armor, isn’t there?” I whispered to Mr. George. “Some poor novice who can’t go to the toilet all day, right? I can tell he’s staring at us. "

― Kerstin Gier , Smaragdgrün (Edelstein-Trilogie, #3)