The reward "ceremony", if the rather clandestine backroom deal could be called that, ended rather shortly. Yvonne didn't hang around, the reassuring weight of the suitcase accompanying her back to her room where she sat down and took everything out to estimate the value. That didn't take long either, she got a good idea of how much wealth it was - a hell fucking lot, that's what. How lovely.

In a visibly good mood, Yvonne kept the box of diamond before returned the gold and clicking the suitcase shut. She put it a bit out of the way, not that it'll deter thievery but there shouldn't be any such thing in the castle. At least the gold bars were harder to smuggle out in worst case. She'll just throw a fit if it disappear.

[b][color=#a4161a]"There's a tailor in here somewhere, yeah? Bring me to them."[/color][/b] That's the first thing the mercenary said as she left the room, spotting the maid standing by outside. There's an event in the evening, and she'll need to look presentable at least. Getting an entirely new thing from scratch may not be feasible, but surely there's extra spare or unfinished pieces that will fit with minimum modifications?