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"Joan, will this take much longer?"
You stand in the middle of your room, dressed only in a thin shirt and pants. At your side is your loyal maid, Joan, prodding and poking at you with a roll of measuring tape.
"It will if you continue to squirm, Sir."
For the past half an hour already she has been taking measurings of just about every inch of your body. With the captains on their way to recruit men for your army, you are left with having to prepare yourself for the campaign as well. Not only has Hugues seem that the palace tutors start teaching you in the basics and classics of the study of warfare, you have also begun shopping for equipment, and the most important of them is your <span class="mu-i">armor</span>. In this modern age, plate armor is not only cheaper than ever, but also far tougher and easier to produce. The armor makers of Mascaloma are amidst the most famous in the world, surpassed only by the smiths of Strahlendorf, in Bach, and Antinia, in Straccia. Sadly, you do not have the time to order from either, so third place will do.
You suddenly feel your maid's hands on your chest. She stretches the tape across it, her hands holding it tighly against you. Now, you're by no means fit, given <span class="mu-i">your tendency to spend your days buried in a book</span>, but amidst the nobility of Mirevale, it is all but expected for a noble of the grandée - that is, the land-owning high nobility, to be at least of healthy form - such is the extent of the <span class="mu-i">Santo Cor</span>, who maintain that the fat and the weak insult the 'perfection' of the body as it was made. Nevertheless, you can still feel the closeness between you and Joan, and for a moment she seems to hesitate to move...before quickly recomposing herself and moving on to your arm.
"Should you not be noting the measurements down, Joan?" you say, trying to break the awkwardness
"You know it not to be necessary, sir. I'll write them when i am making the letter of order to the armorer." You know that to be true. Amidst the <span class="mu-i">Meios</span>, the Corunii are known for having almost perfect memory and sublime sight. It is for those abilities that they are valued extremely highly as servants amidst the nobility of Mirevale.
"There is one thing you must decide, however, sir..." your maid continues in her usual monotone voice. "Do you wish to order <span class="mu-s">a custom-made armor set</span> or a <span class="mu-s">pre-made piece?</span>
"Personal orders are usually of much higher quality, are they not...?"
"True, sir, but they are also a lot more expensive, as you know, and given our time constraint, we'll have to pay a lot more extra to have the smiths take it as a first priority. Even then, <span class="mu-i">there is a chance that they may not be able to deliver it before the time for your departure...</span>"
You think for a moment, before telling her your decision
>Pay extra, go for custom-made (this will cost about 150 Imperii, and there is a chance they may not make it in time)
>Settle for an lower quality, mass produced set
