Tyrande flinched slightly and looked around to get her bearings.<span style="color: #5900b3">"pardon? it was bad enough having to deal with all the noise complaints you and Morah got before you soundproofed your home, i am not listening to the reason for those complaints..."</span>she took the clothes and sighed angrily.<span style="color: #5900b3">"oh i have no doubt that you will bungle this, your reputation as a raging pervert should end this quickly enough."</span>she looked down the hall and nodded, heading off to change which took her three times longer then it should have before she came back out and she did not look happy.<span style="color: #5900b3">"okay, what in Elune's name is this thing made of? it is impossibly tight."</span>of course Nalo had gotten the size perfect and it fit her quite nicely but compared to the robes Tyrande had grown accustomed to for over ten thousand years it was incredibly tight. she was wearing the sarong but the hat was still in her hand.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>