"Well, since you insist on following me to the castle, we might as well properly dress you up."
Raizel more than a few concerns to be raised with regards to Bob's outfit. First of all, he was wearing leather armor. Although that would be fine for everyday use and meeting with nobles, it was a no-no when meeting with royalty.
"Erving!" He clapped his hand as he called for the butler's attention. His quaint lips parted to then utter, "Please find this gentlemen outfits that fit his measures."
"As you will, young master," Erving, the butler, obeyed.
He approached Bob and looked at him from head to toe, scrutinizing everything and making somewhat accurate measures. Due to this action of his, Bob was somewhat perturbed.
"What are you doing?" Bob irked, the eyes that scanned his body felt like it was molesting him.