It had been sunrise when Aulfr had walked into his room to find his new slave; it was sunset when he finally returned.

His attire had not changed, except the soles of his boots were stained with the dark, fertile soil of the woods to the West, and his hair was tangled and less than a little neat. Half of his arrows were gone, and the cap of his quiver bounced against its home, hanging by leather thread. He didn't mask his entrance; he stomped right it, glancing at his new servant startling awake. He turned, and shut the door; as before, he slid his key in, and the door locked with a loud [i]clunk![/i] Satisfied that he wouldn't be disturbed now, he crossed the room to his open wardrobe, drawing his bow and quickly unstringing it- a process that took about a minute of straining, to release the drawstring and ease the pressure the bow would have. Stowing it next to two other like longbows, each made of a different wood- his original being out of oak, another being a paler willow, and the last being a much, much darker wood of an unknown origin- he glanced again at Alexia. 

Undoing his handaxe's sheath, he dumped the both of them in the bottom of his wardrobe, and followed it with his Noxan mastercrafted sword, which he hung in its proper place. Finally turning his full attention to her, he surveyed her, taking in the notably enhanced womanliness of her, now in its custom work. After another long moment, he asked, "And so you'll be able to do everything required in that- run, fight, crawl, jump, everything? I certainly hope so. I want to test you tonight. Tomorrow, something real.." 

He reached up, and pulled the green leather tunic off, shaking it off and tossing it out of the way, before doing the same with the chainmail- though he took longer and couldn't lift the entire weight of it at the same moment, due to its weight and the position of his arms. Finally pulling the entirety of it away, he draped it over one of his chairs, which sat next to the desk that sat next to his wardrobe, and then set about dropping the second pair of leather trousers that went over his wool ones.

Now dressed casually, with just his brown cloth tunic and thicker brown woolen pants, he put his hands on his hips, and stared at her again. Because of the requirements of his clothing to accommodate the two extra layers he usually wears, the tunic and trousers he was wearing now were somewhat tight-fitting, and his tunic was short-sleeved- based on the muscle alone, he was likely as strong as any of the elites of Ardany. He smirked, and pulled out his chainmail-laden chair, and took a seat. "That outfit will do perfectly. You might want to make more sets of it, though- next time we spar-" he hesitated for a moment, which was, if someone looked at every other time he talked to anyone else, extremely uncommon, "it'll likely be torn up a bit. In a couple days, I can let you out of my room to get what you need."

He crossed his arms, and jerked his head towards the window. "Nice to see you haven't tried to run away. You'll be leaving through the window; climb straight up, and I'm sure, fast and nimble as you are, you'll be able to make it to the hidden handholds, which should be fairly obvious when you get to them. Follow them; they'll take you to the roof of the castle. From there, infiltrate and return to my room. Knock three times, wait five seconds, and then knock twice." He waved at the windows, and said evenly, "Get to it, yeah? You can fight, but I don't know if you can get down here without being detected. Test number one. Should be easy enough, right now; my father has a pitiful guard compared to what I'd employ."