The'kal let a growl and looked down at the Gnome.<span style="color: #666600"> "Calling me fat is a good way to get hurt. This body isn't even preg-... Yes, it's just a bushy cloak."</span>She let out an indignant grunt and ran her hands down her frame muttering around being fat and noticeably slimming herself down. A blast of energy erupted from under the Gnome and engulfed him in a warm light. When it faded he was now a young adult again and The'kal extended her wings.<span style="color: #666600">"Like I said, my powers are only limited by my imagination." </span>The room flashed and expanded to be big enough to house several tractors in it, each a past prototype taken straight from Gear's memories.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>