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Alexander didn't like to accept money from Henna, but he would jsut keep it away just in case Henna needed money anyway, so he took in and placed the coin in his right pocket. Alexander did as requested and made his way to the kitchen downstairs.

"I'll be right back with your tea, gentlemen."

Alexander would normally bow, but he was feeling adventurous today since he was free of his Slaver Seal, so Alexander began to think he had a right to choose who he bowed to. In Alexander's mind, no one was above him or below him now; everyone was equal in social standing and no matter of Royal standings would make him bow unless he thought they deserved it. Alexander knew how to make tea, but would wonder if the kitchen downstairs had the right ingredients. It was lucky for Henna that Alexander was experienced or being her assistant would be a difficult task. Alexander ran past the three men that Henna had brought to her work room quarters and made his way downstairs to make tea. Alexander was cautious towards the stranger, but it wasn't like anyone would try anything in the very castle itself. If he was lucky, Alexander wouldn't be noticed by any of the servants he used to share quarters with; he hated them so much since they were a symbol of his former job as a Minstrel.

Jewlet narrowed her eyes at the man as she pulled her hair free. She stood up on her feet and subspended the guard in the air. She put her head down. "Sorry." She placed that guard back on his feet and then she ran off. 'Where is Sir Grant!' She thought as she ran to the village. She slowed down as one followed her. She smiled lightly and then started her search for Grant. She asked people and she only heard bad things. "Dear God..." She said in a light tone. She stopped and took a seat. 'Does such things have to happen.' She could feel stares upon her. She turned to the lookers and bowed. Her breaths deepened as her mind and body got tired. She had use up to much power and energy.

Looking to his friends he gave them a small nod, letting them know he'd be fine. As Henna stepped forward and started to undo his belt he quickly grabbed her hands between his own. "Lady Henna, I know not what kind of Royalty you have had to deal with in your career, but I assure you I am quite capable of taking off my own clothes." He stepped back slightly, releasing her hands as he did so. Quickly he unstrapped his sword from his side and lay it down carefully on a nearby table. A few seconds later and he had divested himself of his pants, taking care to not let any stray flakes of vomit fall about the station. Quietly he handed his garment to Henna, standing in nothing but his shirt.

Henna shrugged and took his pants, placing them on the table. She rubbed her wrists and stepped towards him again wrapping the tape around his waist and taking mental notes on his size. She took note on his waist, hips thigh and calf with, then the height of his inner and outer leg. Once she had everything she would need she moved over to the darker fabrics she had and chose one of an appropriate dark coffee brown, rolling it out on the table. "I have worked with people from every kind of royalty you could imagine your highness, Please don't speak down at me." She took a pair of very sharp scissors from her bag and quickly cut out an appropriate pattern, rolling back up the extra fabric. She sewed the inner leg hems together and the waist band then tacked the outer leg hems and held it out for the prince to put on, all she had to do was fit them and they would be done.

{Sorry, but the two guys are waiting in Henna's bedroom, and what's a Narcotic?}

Dainne took the pants gratefully and slipped them on. "I meant no offense Lady Henna. I know very well how some royalty act when it comes to clothes. My own brother expects everything to be done for him, including dressing and undressing himself. I loathe to speak badly of family, but he is a undoubtedly a very selfish man." He stood still as Henna did what she needed. "A fine color you've chosen at that mi'lady. It has an exceptional feel to it as well." As he waited he let his eyes wonder, and came to a rest on his colichemarde. As he stared at it he noticed a faint glow seeming to come from its very depths. Hm... I can't remember that happening often "Ah mi'lady Henna, what could you tell me of these glowing doors?"

"I brought tea! Made it with an old Tou recipe!"

Alexander greeted Henna with a bow, but the tray floating above him didn't bow along with him; that would be foolish and clumsy of Alexander. Alexander stepped inside of the room to see the purple haired man was wearing a new pair of pants. Alexander was lucky; he was undressed while he was sleeping; this guy had to endure it while he was awake.

"I hope Henna hasn't scared you too much, sir."

Alexander chuckled as he walked to the table and levitated the tray onto the table before Alexander himself levitated onto a chair by the table. Alexander took his cup and filled it with the tea he had brought from downstairs; he had yet to taste it with the Moon Sugar added. Alexander didn't want to intrude upon the purple haired guy's privacy and ran off to Henna's room a cup of the Tou Power Tea with him.

"I'll leave you two alone. Make sure to try my tea!"