Rabbit remained silent when the archbishop’s carriage carried them away from the Grey Cathedral.

“Could you please drop us off at Tailor Roland’s?” Aaron asked, “I made arrangements while you were speaking to the people of Fieldon.”

“He agreed to meet you on the Day of the Gods?”

“Just for measurements, Archbishop,”

Rabbit was barely paying attention as his mind was wandering onto other thoughts, thoughts that he couldn’t quite understand with both Caines and Aaron in the cab with him.

The sun was past noon when Rabbit and Aaron said goodbye to the archbishop. Then they turned towards the tailor’s warehouse which was a three story building on Market Street with a sign out front saying, Tailor Roland takes the measurements of the king.

A bell chimed as Rabbit and Aaron walked into the front door. Shelves of cloth lined the walls and in the middle of the floor was a table to cut and measure out fabric length. The store was empty and quiet for a moment.

“Hello, good sir,” a High English aristocratic voice announced with the opening of a door. The man dressed in fine green fabric walked with a cane that thudded every time he took a step forward, although, by the way he walked, he looked like he didn’t really need the cane.

Rabbit awkwardly glared at the tailor who inspected Rabbit as he walked forward and Rabbit offered his own awkward, “Hey.”

There was a silence for a little while and finally the tailor turned to Aaron and spoke again, “Hello, good sir,”

Aaron instantly obliged the tailor with a bow and said, “Thank you for meeting us on such short notice master tailor. My name is Aaron You-Dale, son of Arthur You-Dale, the house of servants.”

“Very good, and what type of cloth would you like.”

“We need…”

Here Rabbit lost interest in the conversation. It seemed as if the tailor and Aaron could speak without him and get by just fine. All this was okay by Rabbit who didn’t really have any interest in clothes anyway. Rabbit was usually warm enough with just his fur.

This moment of disregarding the conversation gave Rabbit a chance to think of other things anyway. He wasn’t really sure if he was okay with lying to all those people. The people seemed to believe the archbishop in the matter of a were-cure being possible. Rabbit reflected upon those hopeful faces. Then he considered what he’d have to do as a captain in an army. He’d have to lead the fight, see death scattered across a battlefield. The reward of saving his family in Castle Bestia wasn’t truly such a great reward when he thought of his hardships, nor was being a hero to these people he had just met. Rabbit sighed and frustrated looked for the exit of the room until he was aware that somebody was paying attention to him.

“I will return with the cloth requested, Master Rabbit.” The tailor gave Rabbit a bow and walked off out of the room, clicking shut the door behind him.

Silence encapsulated the room, awkward silence. Aaron stood politely and Rabbit shuffled about, looking at the raised platform where he would stand to be measured. Rabbit felt the need to talk to somebody.

“What’s this platform for?” Rabbit asked.

“The tailor uses it so he can get your measurements without bending down too far.”

“Hmm,” Rabbit thought that Aaron knew quite a lot, so Rabbit asked, “I’m not sure if I’m right for the war.”

“I think you’ve been holding up very well.”

“That’s true. It’s just the fighting and the killing that I’m worried about.

“What could you worry about?”

It was odd that Aaron didn’t understand what Rabbit was talking about; he didn’t want to kill anybody. They stared at each other for a moment to try to figure out what to say and as they stared the door creaked open and the tailor tapped back in with a servant carrying a basket full of supplies.

“Shall we get started Rabbit, I’ll have you stand over here.”

Rabbit got his measurements. Standing and stretching out his arms and legs for the tailor.