The halfling is wearing a mask now, one that looks formed of branches and flowers that match the embroidery on her jacket and it glints softly in the torch light, small jewels adorning the center of each metallic blossom. The tunic and leggings underneath are a soft white, the whole outfit radiating richness through its overall simplicity and Forza steps back to twirl, a wide smile on her face.

“What do you think?”