Golas Rorn
The large man loved every minute of it when it was announced that he received third place for the fashion show. He had grinned widely then, laughing as no one else but Golas could laugh, proving the fact that he was indeed the handsomest. Of course, he really wasn't as Callista got first place in the show, and Kryas came in second. But to Golas, the feat had given more strength to his constant proclamation of being the 'strongest and handsomest' of the guild.
Once that fashion show was done, he had gone back to Simon and had practically begged the shopkeeper to let him keep the clothing. Eventually Golas had offered up money, and after that appeared out of the shop wearing the tuxedo-like outfit. But as he proceeded back to the guild, he felt that something was off. He had ventured to the various meat stalls around, and had even thrown some of the young children of the town on his back giving them short piggy-back rides, thinking a regular walk around the town would help, but still, somehow with the new clothes something felt off.
It wasn't until he saw Sophie dusting away at the floors that he realized what it was. His eyes widened from the revelation, and he immediately called out to the short guild-mate, closing the distance with his large and long legs.
"Sophie! Teach me to be a..." He paused thinking of the right word.
"MAID!"