<blockquote><div><cite>Dream Evil wrote:</cite>&amp;quot;We'll find a way.  Somehow, I promise I will get you one,&amp;quot; he said looking at her as they walked.  If it would make her happy, then Terrence would do the best he could to grant her this one reasonable wish.  There was no reason she couldn't have one.  She wanted to feel beautiful, like a woman and Terrence was convinced now after knowing her that beauty still existed in the world.  He also loved the idea of seeing her in a dress, seeing her smiling and happy.<br/><br/>He had little clue as to how he would acquire one but he made it his solemn vow to do so.  Some traders may have one, or the material required for one, but those types of luxuries tended to cost the most.  Only one of his guns could buy what he needed, and he knew he couldn't relinquish either one of them, not the guns that had kept him alive for his lifetime, not the heavy nail drivers that had been his only friends for seven long damn years.<br/><br/>Or were they really that important to him?</div></blockquote>