Rebecca was -still- annoyed. Achillia her dark haired squire, had trashed what had been a damned comfy cabin. Of particular loss had been the wonderfully comfy goose down filled pillows.
And as Rebecca is putting on her make up at her dressing table her gaze falls on a bottle of red hair colouring she'd once used....and then she smiles, picks it up and coos softly to it as though addressing the squire herself....
"My name is Rebecca Draconis. You killed my feathers. Prepare to dye...."