I suppose the book does have a point. But there's only a certain level of trust I'm willing to give this book.
If the armor really is as good as the book insists it is, then it's worth crafting. Surely it won't hurt anything to craft the leggings and boots.
Except maybe Jonas's time. I feel bad letting him run the corral on his own for the rest of the day, but I want to make sure this book isn't trying to control me.
I begin arranging some bones and leather on the crafting bench again, when I hear a knock on the door. I come up to it and open it.
It's Ironbrawn, one of the night guards. I've never seen him not wearing his armor before, but he still looks like a giant. His shoulders are broad and every muscle in his body widens him by over a decimeter, much like the miners I see passing through town ever so often.
"Your Enderman friend wanted me to bring you lunch and ask you how you were doing."
"I'm fine, thank you." I take the cloth-covered basket he hands to me. "Tell Jonas, 'Thanks for the food.'"
"Who's Jonas?" Ironbrawn seems a little annoyed. He doesn't like Jonas too much and tries to avoid him, like most people in town.
"He's my Enderman friend you mentioned."
"Alright then." He sighs, and turns to leave. "Take care."
"You too." I close the door, and walk into the side room to eat the lunch Jonas gave me. He packed me some pork and melon, the usual lunch we eat in the afternoon, but also an Ender Pearl, for good luck. He always gives me an Ender Pearl when I'm at home and ill. I'm very lucky to have a friend like him.