"Well . . . don't go testing it," Morgaine said, stumbling over her own words. Her gut twisted. She couldn't make sense of what they were saying. Was this some sort of prank? Something they'd say to get the new people maimed so they'd learn a lesson of some kind? She wouldn't be surprised if this were all some elaborate in-joke within the higher circles of the Church hunters. She didn't suppose she would one day be laughing about it with them in some distant later night. "Well," she began, changing the subject. It wasn't her favourite thing, being the centre of the conversation. "If the vicar wants to see me, he'll have to wait a minute or two." She held up her church garb for effect, and strode off towards the private room, leaving the two men behind.

How was this ever supposed to stay clean? The whole thing was the same off-white all over, but most importantly, not the slightest bit red. Did their seamstress never consider that hunters would get blood on their clothes? Would be a nightmare to wash it all off, only to get it all bloodied up again. Morgaine shuddered at the thought. Not even ermine capes were this pale. It was so white it seemed to reflect light almost like a mirror. Well, there was nothing for it. This was a hunter's outfit. It'll serve her better now than her village garb. Slowly, she unbuttoned her vest, dropping it on the ground, and her shirt followed soon after, exposing her back to the cool evening air. It was rather chilly now, even more so in here than outside. They must preserve fruit in here when it's not being used by people. She was glad to have finally shimmied into her new clothes, warm and snug under all that silk. Although she could do without the hood, she already had one of her own. Wrapping her cloak about her shoulders and fastening the pin. Now she was truly safe. Brushing down all the wrinkles around the skirts with her left hand, she placed her right on the door before unlocking and opening it.

"Well boys? Fair enough for the ball, you wager?" She asked, putting a hand on her hip and striking a mock-pose.