As they reached the apartments (passing further guards), Forgath gingerly plucked the foal from atop his head, who whined and wiggled until she got a belly-tickling.  Once she was safely set on the floor to play and watched by her sister, he went about removing his armor.  The gauntlets went first, unstrapped and freeing a pair of blackened hands.  The helmet second, placed upon the top of a convenient rack.  Boots and greaves and gorget and cuirass followed, one after the next.  With his magic to help, eventually he was left in more simple fare; a tunic, pants, and a shirt of fine chain over his chest.