Set Forth on Quest 2

You made your selections, to the excitement of some and disappointment of others. Helmid clapped her hands to restore order, but when she finished, a playful smile remained on her face that she was powerless to hide. “Ahem! Now that you've decided upon your party, I believe we should address your own costuming. We spoke about it a bit before you arrived to the tent-”

“Argued. Like a bunch of children. Them, I mean. Not me,” Liens interjected without turning her eyes up from the book she was reading.

“Yes, well, the subject was a bit divisive. Some of us believed that it would be best if you dressed in the same manner that the rest of us plan to: a distinct, festive attire with a hint of playfulness, in order to seamlessly blend in to the party. The majority of attendees will be wearing eye-catching, perhaps even risque attire, and I suggest you do the same.”

“While, um, others of us figured it would make more sense to pick something that better hides your identity and allows for you to pursue in stealth if need be,” Rosary countered, if such a meek voice could be called a counter. “Ms. Von Bromide, Ms. Whitespark, and I agreed that would make the most sense. A gaudy costume is likely to be a distraction. If we get distracted, we might lose sight of any perpetrator.”

“My camp figures the opposite,” Helmid sighed, resting her cheek upon one palm. “For tonight's mission, our own safety isn't so much a priority. Better that we be loud and eye-catching to draw malcontents towards us than let them run amok outside of our attention. It's also a rare opportunity to see you… cut loose, Squire Lavender?” she finished, turning her eyes to the side with a smile that told you she obviously wanted to say something else. “Bangaal and Amulette here were of the same mind on this.”

“Everybody's over-thinking this! C'mon, just pick something. I wanna get into town before the sun sets,” Belit groaned, pushing Helmid aside so that she took the place next to you at the table. She dropped two distinctly opposite outfits, unrolling the bundles so you could inspect their contents. "We all have to change into ours too, so we ought to get this over with quickly."

Before you lay two options. The first, evidently Helmid's proposed option, was a glittering gold mask with matching boots, and skirt like fronds over tight, black leather pants. Long, crisscrossing straps of black leather gloves would circle up to the elbows, and a mantle of gold would be set about the neck. It was indeed an outfit you wouldn't be caught dead in under normal circumstances, but it was definitely the sort of thing that would make you capable of blending into a pagan party atmosphere without easily being recognized as a squire in the company of saintesses. {if Fat = True}It wasn't exactly flattering on your body shape, granted, but you weren't going to be the only overweight person there, surely.{elseif Slight = True}You felt like you'd look a little ridiculous, baring your chest in such an outfit.{else}It would also allow you to show off the physique you'd put so much work into.{endif}

The second option was a good bit more reserved, also composed of a lot of black leather, but with cloth portions to conceal your body and a beak-like mask to conceal your face, all covered by a heavy hood. This would allow you a greater deal of stealth, should you need to sneak up on the target in the dead of night, while making you similarly unrecognizable. Plus, you could much more comfortably carry your gear with such an arrangement. The protection was also greater. It was also overall a lot less embarrassing to look at. On the downside, wearing something like this during a party would almost make you out to be a criminal yourself-- it was likely others might steer clear of such a dangerous looking individual.

Whichever costume you decided to go with, it didn't seem it would affect what the others had already set aside for themselves. This could be thought of as a tactical decision without hurting your unspoken desire to see your saintesses in festive attire.