The orc had found me some velvet, i took the lovely fabric. It was soft to the touch, and it would feel wonderful on my skin. I decided to see what i could do with it, i thought in my mind what i felt was suiting. Suddenly the fabric started to change, flowing, folding. In a moment in my hands i held a beautiful gown. Did i do this, just by thinking it? Everybody was watching me now. I felt very self conscience.
I was getting the most intense look from the Paladin. He was a beautiful man. I felt something i had never felt before. What was this longing to know him more than as the person i saw?
