'A loyal protector, ready to be of service any minute of the day' — your Owner proclaims happily. 'Get me a bucket'.
A bucket? You raise an eyebrow in surprise, but you're an obedient maid, and maids don't question their orders. You bow respectfully and go to the shed in the backyard. It would be the best place to look for a bucket, right? You are very satisfied to be proven correct: in a pile of shovels, BBQ things and other stuff you find a big metal bucket. You carry it back to the house, happy to serve.
The guy is slouched against the wall, still weak in the legs. He's trying to negotiate his release, it seems.
'A thousand dollars'?'
'No'
'An account in a popular online videogame, with all the character and many skins?'
'No'
'What do you want then?'
'You' — Mistress chuckles. 'Put the bucket on his head and observe!'
You do as you're told.
'Uh, guys? If you're doing the "hit the bucket" prank, please go easy on me, I don't like loud no-'
His ravings are cut short by a flash of white light coming from under the bucket. Soft glow starts to engulf the guy's frame, obscuring it, making it look like a cloud. The light gets more intense and you, Little Mistress and the twins cover your eyes with rubber hands, unable to bear the brightness. A loud rumbling noise comes from the cloud, making the furniture shake.
And then it just stops. The light, the sound — everything. You take a peek through your long fingers.
The cloud is gone and there is a shiny, tall metal suit of armour: great helm, heavy chainmail, a sturdy breastplate and metal sabatons, all glimmering in the room's dim light. On top of the breastplate there is a dark purple woolen cape, a bit torn and shabby.
The suit appears inanimate at first. Your owner comes up to it and pokes it with her dainty finger.
'Praise the Owner!' — a deep voice comes from inside the suit, reverberating as if the armour is hollow inside. He kneels before his Mistress.
'I am ready to serve, your Grace'.
Little Mistress titters, enjoying the sight of her new guard.