The slave girl seemed a little relieved as she finally received a response, though she looked up at the friendly hand patting her on the head more with curiosity than anything else.  [b]"... Yes Ma'am.  I will tell the lord that you shall attend."[/b]  The young teenager scurried off as Gracie looked up towards her own mistress.

[b]"Ma'am ... most of your dresses were left at home.  We have a couple, but I am unsure of how opulent this lord anticipates his guests to be ...[/b]  Gracie seemed a little awkward, and slightly afraid what she said would be interpreted somehow as back talking.  

[color=lightblue]"You need not remove your armor here.  Both women and men customarily engage in battle here with near equal participation."[/color]  The sword paused for a second.  [color=lightblue]"That is not to say ladies do not wear dresses, but consider how you wish to appear ... that being said, your maid's fears are unfounded.  Clothing here is likely not as fancy on the high end as she might anticipate."[/color]