The fussing didn't take long, at least. Lyall was a deft hand with a cravat. "There, that's better." He stepped back again to look him over, gave his jacket a little tweak, then finished: "See about the trousers and then check the bulletin board downstairs for anything the Masters might have requested during the night, would you? Everyone's going to be requested downstairs for morning chores once I roust the last of them."

Though Shirogane was among those last. He wouldn't have long to get down there and get himself in order.