"The young masters?" Val continued up the stairs to the next floor as he answered. "They're here for exactly the reason you think they are. In a way, it's not that different from why you are all here, I would say." Upon reaching the first landing, he turned down a long hallway. Various paintings hung from certain places on the walls, but plenty of space was still left empty between them. "Eventually, we may need to have something custom made, but I think that we are fortunate enough to still have some uniforms in your size in storage. Your frame, though... Hmm... Well, let's see how these work first, then we can make other plans. We still have other things to take care of, after all." Turning down another, less decorated hallway, the cheerful butler eventually found a plain-looking locked door. Producing the key, he opened it and walked into room with a few large cabinets. Opening one, he began to rummage through the various fabrics visible in there.