A grand array of garments, bundles of cloth, accessories, gloves, and footwear were all unceremoniously laid out across the room. If there was a surface that something could be draped upon, it was covered by some manner of outerwear. The new jester only hoped that these surfaces were clean so that they didn't have to clean these clothes again later.

A maid rifled on the other side of the room rifled through the cloaks piled on top of one chair, trying to match it up with a brightly patterned top she already held in one hand. The jester watched her as she eagerly pulled cloth from the next pile and the thought crossed their mind that she didn't get to dress for occasion all that often, especially seeing the plain white and red drapes she was dressed in.