There would always be those willing to drop a king's ransom on a bit of garb or gear from ages long, long lost. Lux didn't understand it. That never stopped him capitalizing on it. Every dive he tried to return with at least one garment-- snatched from some unguarded tomb, or pilfered from another delver-- and this one seemed to fit the bill quite nicely. Glittering in intricate metal engraving, bedecked with jewels, a bridle fit for a king if Lux did say so himself, but-- but... 

"What on earth is that for?" Lux leaned a little closer, muttering to himself as he inspected the odd metal bar hooked to the noseband of the bridle. He'd never seen such a thing before. It could hardly be comfortable, gripping a bit of twisted metal between one's teeth all day. So even those most ancient Coursers had gone to absolutely ridiculous lengths for the sake of fashion... perhaps nothing had changed, after all.