"Well boy, now that you are an Official member of the Light Blue Ribbon Company, we need to get you a proper armor!"

"Oh... yeah, probably it's a good idea!

... should we go to get some irons of the Company intendence?"

"Pfft. Like we had something like that!! No!"

"Then, we go to see a blacksmith? an armorer? Should I get a leather armor? or instead go for scale armor? Or instead, chainmail?"

"Woh woh woh. You are going waaaay ahead for you own good! And all their armors suck!

You know what's the best armor avaible in Negeémiliel?!"

"No?"

"Acolytal Armor!" the older mercenary said. The other mercenaries nodded. "And you know where we can get you some?"

"... uhm... with an armorer that sells armors to the Acolytes of Negeé?"

"Well, in principle, yeah! But she won't sell to a male, and we are too broken for that... but Boy! Don't forget something: you ARE member of an Acolytal family! Surely they have some good pieces of armor in your house!"

"I'm... i'm not too sure that's a good idea."

"It's an excelent idea!" the mercenary said. "We must only wait until isn't home your matron, mother or one of your sisters, so you don't get in problems!"

"...yeah... probably that could work.

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"Hey, you guys have wine! and I mean, wine-wine! ACTUAL wine! From grapes! Of the surface!" said one of the mercenaries of the Light Blue Ribbon, surprised.

"Hey! What are you girls doing down the kitchen?!!" the concerned voice of the drow boy was heard from the rooms, upstairs.

"Just checking out a few things!" they answered, as they happily rolled a keg of wine to the main room of the luxurious house.

"Have you ever drank wine?" one of the mercenaries whispered to the other.

"Once. Took it from the cold body of a dwarf adventurer! I tell you, it's the best thing around!" the other answered, as she tried to open the keg with a knife.

"HEY!" she yelled to the drows in the rooms upstairs. "How goes the search for armor?!"

"Not good!" the host answered. he was very nervous, rummaging across the things of his elder sister. "We have only found so far only Ceremonial Armor!"

The mercenaries that where striving against the wine keg stared at each other with a mischievous smile.

"HEY! You should try that!"

"... Wh-what?!"

"Yeah! Try the Ceremonial Armor!"

"It-it's not decent for a male to do so!" he answered, consternated. "And it's banned! Only acolytes of Negeé can wear Ceremonial Armor!"

"Only Acolytes of Negeé can wear ceremonial armor in public!!" the mercenaries answered.

"And anyway, weren't you using acolytal arm warmers anyway? It's not that a big deal!!"

He shouldn't have taken these from his sister to begin with, thought the drow boy.

"Do it! Or we will never leave you join the Light Blue Ribbon Company!"

"I thought I was already an official member!" he protested.

"Think of it as an entry fee!"

"I already paid my entry fee!!"

"DO AS YOU ARE TOLD!!"

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Blushing, after some minutes, the drow male walked down the stairs to the main hall of the house.

"I look ridiculous!" he protested to the drinking mercenaries. They looked up at him with lustful eyes and a smirk on their faces.

"You look wonderful!" the eldest mercenary say. "And you should respect what I say! You know, there's a saying, that you should respect somebody who grew old, in a profession where normally a drow dies young!" she said, with a golden cup on her hand.

"Don't mind her" other of the mercenaries hissed. "She actually joint us when she was finished as a miner! She actually got all her wounds in her first fight! And don't leave her tell the story about her eye! It's incredible BORING!"

"An eye infection it's serious business!" the older mercenary said. "And what can I say? It's not like you get a retirement plan from being a miner! And finally: I fought a War Priestess! A WAR PRIESTESS! Respect that!"

"Fought and lost. Not going to respect you only because you are old, rookie" a third mercenary added, while she had her head in the drawers, rifling throught the silverware.

"Hey! I'm not the rookie anymore! The Drow Boy Toy it's the rookie!" the 'veteran' protested.

"He clearly doesn't count!" the other mercenaries said firmly.

"Can... can I change back, and keep looking for battle armor?" the drow boy asked.

"It rides up your butt!" one of the Mercenaries statted, happy.

"Yeah, I know... it's so... uncomfortable!"

"It's a nice butt!"

" th-thanks! But I don't want to show it like that--"

"Butt."

"Oh, Hey, Drow boy!" said other mercenary, coming down from the rooms upstairs. She grabbed the very uncomfortable drow male. "Look! I'm wearing your grandmother panties! Isn't that sexy?!

Don't I look acolytaly?"

"Does that work even exists?!" one of the mercenaries asked

"Don't know, don't care" was her answer. "I put as well these acolytal spidersilk leggings. Since always I wanted to do so. I'm so taking these: drow boys love Acolytal leggings!"

"You can't do that! They are from my sister!" the Drow boy protested "Commoners can't wear them and-- HEY! That's from my mother!!"

"So what? I always wanted one of these magical-light-statue-thingies as well!" the mercenary said, with the statue wrapped in her Light Blue Ribbon, a ring in each finger and many bracelets on her wrists. She didn't came to the house with any of them.

"You are going to get in problem for stealing!"

"D'uh. Dummy Males. Don't you get it? It's not stealing, when you invite us to your house!"

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The Drow Boy may be getting some afterthoughts of trying to join a Mercenary Company to become an Adventurer.
Unlike in other drow cultures, among the Negeémi drow, males aren't warriors.

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