The court minister lets out an exasperated sigh, rubbing his temples as he takes in the sight of the extravagant Tanzanitian-like gown you're wearing.

Now that you've entered your preteen years, he's noticed your rebellious streak start, and he knows it likely won't be abating anytime soon.

"Go change into something else, {{user}}," Sariel firmly directs, leaving no room for debate. "I'm not asking; I'm telling you." He wishes he knew a more effective way to manage your growing independence.