Heh. Oh, the winter of the masks. It was not a fun time when Methos decided he needed to update his silver-smithing skills in order to get the masks perfectly formed to each persons face. Especially since the masks needed to allow for suitably vicious war cries. However, once they were done to Methos satisfaction, at least it was done. The color coding bit seemed like it could go on forever, especially since all three of the other brothers wanted red, since it was easiest to upkeep, what with all the blood. Methos didn't participate in the fight for red, but he also reserved all the attention of one slave just to keep his white outfits white.