Phoebus gave another bow. "Sir Phoebus deMartan, Captain of the city guard's third company. At your service."

He nodded to Kuzco, raising an eyebrow at the mention of rigging up loin cloths. "I can send some of my men to help retrieve some temporary covering. I'm sure there's [i]somebody[/i] in Paris with broad enough shoulders and muscles like tree trunks who would be willing to part with some of their wardrobe."

One of his men scowled. "Excuse me, [i]sir[/i], but I didn't become a soldier to play errand boy for a bunch of barbarians too uncivilized to dress themselves."

Phoebus' face went blank and he straightened his back ever so slightly. The guard immediately realized his mistake and dropped his spear, holding up his hands in apology as he unconsciously moved to cover himself behind the girth of the captain's horse.

"Achilles, sit."

"W-aaaaaugh!" The horse suddenly stopped whickering at Angus and dropped his rear end to the ground. Right on top of the soldier, who wound up face-down in a serendipitous mud puddle. The other guards squared off their stances and stared straight ahead, though a few rolled their eyes at the stupidity of trying to call out their commander, while on duty, in front of foreign nobility.

Phoebus ignored the one under Achilles and turned to the rest, motioning for the other squads to approach as he did so. Once they were all in speaking range, he said, "We need thirteen tunics and fourteen pairs of hose for a visiting ruler and his entourage. I'll pay you back from the company provision. First squad to return with clean clothing in acceptable condition will be exempt from morning exercise for the next two days."

They all saluted him and ran off. Once they were gone, Phoebus crouched down next to Achilles' rump and spoke in a silky voice. "I'm very sorry, I have quite the naughty horse. It looks like your uniform is completely filthy and needs to be washed. Since you'll need to do that, and you won't be running errands with the rest of your squad, I'm [i]sure[/i] you won't mind doing their laundry, while you're at it," he purred. 

Phoebus stood. "Achilles, up." The soldier got to his feet and trudged back toward the city.

He looked at both Kuzco and Merida thoughtfully before answering Mulan's question. "An individual merchant may accept a foreign coin that's solid silver, but it would be hard to make sure the exchange rate is fair without trading it for French currency, first. Our largest coins are valued based on their weight and silver content. A money-lender could easily test your coins for purity, weigh them, and give you the proper amount back. Deniers, the most common coin used, are mostly copper plated with silver, and are valued fractionally to the sols and livres."

Phoebus blinked. Keeping his men in line always took a certain amount of focus, and with them gone, something suddenly clicked. "You... have a talking lizard..."