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It is better to have and not need, than to need and not have; and if nothing turns out wrong, then you can simply keep that amount the way you would have the winnings, no? Your quartermaster nods, and goes on his way to ensure the final preparations are running smoothly.
It is the fifth of september, a mere two days before of your departure.
You stand in your room yet again, looking at yourself in the mirror; yet this time, you wear something new: a gleaming suit of armor, fitting you from neck to toe. It is a simple piece, forged metal in its bare silvery color, built in layers for flexibility. Your first thought...is how surprisingly movable it is? You raise your leg, then move your arm, doing so with minimum difficulty. Though you had worn armor before, it had never been true battle armor, not the modern kind worn by Montcher Gendarmes and Straccian Cavalieri. You expected it to be...more awkward than it was.
That is not to say it was comfortable, of course; this armor was a bit too lose - its size was ever so slightly too big. You should have probably expected this. <span class="mu-i">Due to buying mass-produced armor, this suit was not sized by hand to fit you, simply a generic 'category' of size.</span>
"Well...tis better than to be unprotected, no?"
"I would agree, sir." suddenly says your maid, surprising you yet again.
You turn to look at her, only to find yourself surprised: she too, is wearing a piece of armor. It is merely a breastplate over arming doublet, the chest's dome raised ever just noticeably enough to store her...<span class="mu-i">assets.</span> You suddenly find your tongue tied, not exactly sure of what to say. Luckily, Joan is the one to break the silence.
"I apologize, sir. I was merely testing out my suit of armor for the field, as well."
"A-armor?" you ask
"..Of course, Sir." she says, as if it had been obvious. "I shall be at your side during this campaign, will I not? As your personal servant, I must be ready to tend to you. Even if i am to stay behind with the other servants during battles, there may be an time where protection is required...though i will not wear it, if it is your wish." she quickly adds.
"N-no, there is no problem. I would not wish to see you in danger should we be ambushed in the field." you state, quickly recomposing yourself.
Clearly noticing your awkwardness, your maid seems to shift the subject. "May I ask you something, sir?"
"Of course."
"Are there any...last minute matters here, in Portblanc, that you wish to be done? If so, it may be wise to see to them quickly."
She holds a good point - <span class="mu-i">do you?</span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">NOTE:</span></span>
<span class="mu-r">This is your last chance to do anything you may want in Portblanc; There is no telling of when you may go back. If you have any ideas that could be feasibly done within a day, now is the time to tell them.</span>
<span class="mu-s">CHOOSE YOUR OPTION</span>
>Yes (If so, which)
>No (Begin the March)
