She examined the dress, a bit small for her chest, but that just meant more of her breasts were visible. She took her time searching, not in any hurry, going over the room with the patience of an immortal with nothing better to do, easily finding the older corpse. The pouch was useful, good for trading items, and the mind shielding was perfect, it would protect her from general sweeps of detect evil and outsider spells. She immediately put the ring on, and the dress she tossed over her shoulder, tying the pouch to the waist band, noticing that she would have to alter the dress to accommodate her wings. Done with the ruins, she left the worthless sword and shield, not knowing how to use either of them and they weren't worth the trouble of porting and selling them, the same with the armor.<br/><br/>She stepped out of the ruin, and continued onward, pausing by a stream to clean the dress off, using her claws to lower the back neckline enough for her wings to move about comfortably in. If she needed to fly, they had to be able to move without restriction. She again took her time, making sure it was done right, rather than fast, and even managed to make it look presentable as long as no one tried to closely examine the cuts. When and if her shapeshifting returned, she would be able to wear the dress at all times, and be able to shift freely in it. That done, she continued moving onward, staying off the paths, knowing that until she could either shift forms or hide her wings, she wouldn't be able to appear in a town without causing a riot. Not that that hadn't been fun before, but she figured that the heroes that had destroyed the coven might be mobile now, and looking for her. Once the dress was dry, she struggled into it, having to fight for a moment to get her assets into it, and while it was a bit tight, she did have to admit that she looked acceptable in it.