If she were as competitive as her sister-in-law she'd be screeching at the sight of him knocking back more alcohol. She's not, however, and the act is so quintessentially 'Harrowheart' that instead she laughs and laughs.

By the time he returns she'd nearly abandoned the prospect of participating, thinking she'd lost the death knight to some better distraction. Seeing the armour in a wheelbarrow sends a flurry of excitement through her.

"Oh you'll have to help me into it," she says as she comes over, brushing the cold metal with her fingertips. "And you'll have to take a photo."

Biting her lip, she grimace-grins at him. "Are you sure this is going to fit? You're so tall and muscular! I'm the exact opposite of you."