The woman smirked, obviously reading something in the elf's choice of pseudonym.<br/><br/>"Lady Amber Blaze, huh? " With a smirk, the woman pulled out a pen and a black book, and marked the name down. "Well, M'lady, I am the Maid. Not the first time that a noble has been reliant on her maid to survive, but something tells me this will be an interesting partnership..."<br/><br/>With a dismissive wave, the Maid turned to Ira.<br/><br/>"Show M'lady to the dressing room, would you Ira? She needs to find something regal to wear so that she can catch a dwarf's eye.  And so she can take it back off again and make some money."<br/><br/>And as simply as that, the bodyguard took Amber by the arm and guided her from the room, like a Saint Bernard guiding a traveler away from a yeti's den. She was silent until they got into an immense costume room...  Then, as she locked the door behind them,  she spoke.<br/><br/>"She likes you. " There was a vague hint of jealousy in the orc's voice, but she didn't seem threatened. She was just stating facts as she picked up a flimsy, filmy dress from the racks. "Otherwise, you'd be right back in the rain. Or worse. You think you can pass her test?"