Cliantha shrugged, "No problem." She stood and walked to her wardrobe. She opened it and grabbed box from the bottom. Inside were a dark green tunic and black trousers, along with sturdy brown leather boots. She got behind her privacy screen and changed out of her shift. "You know, I don't think I need to bother with embroidery. I could get so much more done if I just skipped. And etiquette." She emerged, "It'd be more efficient, really. Oh, and I could get rid of all the ceremony. All those people calling me 'You're Highness' and all the other titles - if they stopped that, along with the groveling, we could just get what we needed done with." She sighed and ran a brush through her hair, then began to braid it on the side.