"Oh, whores."  The guard commented as they mentioned clothes.  His head vanished as a sudden clanking noise, like the turning of a ratcheted gear, announced the opening of the gate.  It swung open to reveal a curving path of blue stone through a lush green garden filled with trees and flowerbeds.  It felt at once natural, and utterly and completely curated.<br/><br/>The guard, wearing a tabard with a dragon that matched the emblem on the gate over his plate armour, stood just behind the gate.  He was flanked by a pair of guards wearing chainmail, and a slave girl with nothing on but her collar and a loincloth that hung between her legs but did not seem connected front to back.<br/><br/>"We had someone try to tunnel in, knocked a hole in the cellar and let in a bunch of vermin.  Nothing you need to worry about."  The guard informed them.  "We put out a bounty, the only guy to show up got himself killed."  He motioned behind himself once he was done speaking, and nearly struck the slave girl in the face with his fist.  She didn't even flinch.  "She will show you to the parlour, you are welcome to try on anything in the trunks.  The wardrobes are only with the Master's permission.  Once he returns you can work out the details of the loan.  Understood?"