Fahrel

*Fahrel opens the door, not to find Graffen's crown princess, nor her ladyship's ladies-in-waiting or her handmaids, but a rather distraught looking pine marten wearing an oversized bonnet and a poorly stiched maid's uniform. The "woman" was rifling through an ornate wardrobe and partially hides behind the door.* "Oh Shi—" *"She" clears her throat pushing her voice up an octave.* "Oh guardsmen, ah, Feraltine, I umm, how nice to see you. I believe your princess is in another castle."

*Fahrel stares at the sight, her expression unchanged, though her eyes narrow slightly. She closes the door behind her, and leans against it. Her tone is neutral, though there's a hint of amusement in her voice.* "I see. And who might you be? I don't recall the princess having a maid of your... stature."

"The name's Lum, er, Lu, yeah. Lulu." *Lumikko, or rather Lulu the supposed maid, is rather flustered, trying to hide behind the wardrobe door. She gives a weak smile, her voice still an octave too high.* "Oh, you know, I'm just a new hire, dear. The Princess asked for a more... um... petite, maid, and well, here I am!" *They laugh nervously and give a terse curtsy, causing a pair of undergarments to fall out from their skirt. "Lulu's" green eyes go wide.* "Uhh, j-just taking those to laundry?"