<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Khalida the slavegirl</strong></span><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt82/android1966/Decorated%20images/hunter_002a-1.jpg)</div>Khalida went forward nervously and quickly assessed the fastenings on the Prince's armour. To her relief the design of the fastenings was reasonably similar to that Of Takrin armour. Of course the Prince's wargear was of far better quality, both in workmanship and materials than she had seen before.<br/><br/>Though it had been nearly four years since Khalida had been stripped of her armour, donning and removing it had been a daily ritual and she had removed her mistress's armour when required too. Khalida started as was Takrin custom with the metal greaves protecting the Prince's legs. When both sets of leg armour were removed Khalida moved onto the shoulder pieces.<br/><br/>The armour that protected the Prince's arms and his gauntlets were removed last. This was the Takrin order of things and Khalida hoped that Nesstran was likewise. She had already noted the armourer's dummy in the corner of the room so she carried the wargear to it once all was removed. She strapped the armour onto the dummy tightly, this would ensure that the armour and all the fastenings retained their shape.<br/><br/>When she was done, Khalida assumed the kneeling slave stance in front of the Prince and bowed her head.<br/><br/>"Master?"