The girls were met by the irate warrior-maiden as she strode away from the dressmakers. She was clad in the leather of a warrior- the scanty wraparound, the little top, her spear at her sie and her hair mingled once again with feathers and suede and leather straps, a braid here, a braid there. She seemed enfuriated. "They won't give me my clothes back!" She cried. "They gave me NEW CLOTHES!"
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