Eloa blinked. Prince Jergin...was coming here. But she had only just arrived! Surely she wasn't going to have to leave so soon! She simply would not go with that awful, spoiled, no good, noble! Eloa realized she was pouting just a little and, to her surprise, almost stomped, had she not made an effort to calm down anyway. "I will...get right on that, Sho Kaga." With the knowledge that the prince was coming here, Eloa almost called Sho Kaga My Lord. It would have been a bit odd. Should she?<br/><br/>"I want to thank you for being so diplomatic about this." Eloa stood. "You could easily overtake anyone with your weapons, but you're being very honorable." She small smile pulled at her lips. "I very much appreciate that." Eloa pushed her chair in and eyed the skeleton man as he walked away. There were many surprising things in this city. "If you'll excuse me, I think I will go get dressed. Or, see if there is anything in that closet." Eloa curtsied just a little, her robe only allowed her to do so and stay dignified, before she exited the dining hall. Eloa spoke a quiet "Mini-Map: Local"<br/><br/>Everything in this closet was much too indecent, in Eloa's opinion. She stood in front of a mirror and looked at her appearance with a furrowed brow and frown. What kind of girl wore things like this? The skirt was too short, the stocking only came to her knees. The shirt she wore?? Not only were the sleeves short, but the length barely met the skirt. No no no. This simply would not do! Eloa scoured the closet, but there was nothing! So she finally decided to try a yellow wrap, very similar to the pink one she had worn, except it was much shorter! The wrap barely came to her knees. There was absolutely no way she could leave her room in anything in this closet.<br/><br/>Eloa wondered if Sho Kaga could help her. "But he could be anywhere." Eloa groaned while flopping onto the bed. Oh! The Private Messaging! A box appeared and Eloa though.<span style="font-style: italic">There isn't anything decent in here for me to wear.</span>She frowned at the thought and a small frowning emoji appeared at the end of the sentence.<span style="font-style: italic">I need help. I can't leave without something proper to wear. </span>She didn't want to look like a harlot. Eloa thought before closing the box and then groaning again because surely that last bit was sent a long too.