The Secrets of the Second Garment Unit

Jebd opens the door and cool gray light filters through, illuminating a room that is much too small for what she hoped would be on the other side. It's approximately four standard cubits, barely a storage cupboard. She looks at him, confused. Maybe this is just another detour, another security check. There are no doors beside the one they've entered through. A trap, then? Her old fighter reflexes twitch and she bends her legs ever so slightly, clenching her fists. Jebbed smiles at her like a proud parent. He says, took me ages to get my hands on it, but I'm something of a collector myself. Out of the box,