He makes a few attempts to move the armor on the dead man, trying to evidently move the insignia that lays unscratched despite the battles the armor had been through. Two tugs and a fanatical attempt to claw out the item leave him quite perturbed, his brow furrowing and a vein beginning to pulsate as acidic rimmed words filter through his mind.
If only I had my godforsaken tools! None of what I carry is strong enough to get to it... Blasted townsfolk--, he thinks in an increasing tumble of animosity. It is only when oddly shaped hands appear from behind him and begin working on removing the armor from the corpse that he gets up with a start. Jumping and letting out an exclamation of surprise at the strange creature that he swore was following him, "You again!"
The creature ignores him, continuing to unfasten holds and buckles of the Splint mail before putting it within a cabinet and promptly disappearing.