It was midday, and I was taking a moment to rest from my duties and regroup for the afternoon, when they barged in quite uninvited. 'They' being Lady Alejandra and Cambrie. What was the latter doing here? Not that I had the slightest what Lady Alejandra was up to, but surely Cambrie had no need to be included. “What is this?” I asked as they moved right in and made themselves at home. I was not prepared for such an intervention. “Your makeover crew,” Lady Alejandra replied cheerfully. Makeup? Surely not. “I work in the dirt,” I pointed out. “With animals.” “You also ride noble steeds into battle, and have the presence of mind to dress them up like kings. No, better – like mythical kings. That horn you fashioned Char is quite the nice touch.” “It's a gimmick,” I protested, trying to gain back some ground. “And gimmicks catch on like nobody's business. Face me; arms out,” she prompted without missing a beat, taking a long string out of her bundle of tricks. “We must take your measurements.”
