Vorga's room was small and cramped, with most of the wall panels hidden by large old-fashioned wardrobes and a small bookshelf. The she-orc opened the curtains to let lights flood the room. It looked forlorn, the wallpapers torn and spider webs in the corners, but the window let more sunlight in than the other rooms.As Vorga swung open the wardrobe doors, a burst of stale air wafted out, carrying the scent of old clothes and moths. The group peered inside, scanning the crowded racks and shelves, packed with a colorful array of clothes, accessories, and costumes."Are all these yours?" Aelanor wondered, looking at the bright coloured clothes and exquisite looking accessories. She couldn't imagine Vorga wearing any of those. They looked... too exuberant."Well, everyone goes through phases, don't they?" Vorga said, her eyes fixed on the pile of clothes, "Don't tell me that you always were this no-nonsense, serious all the time, no-fun loving elf that you are now."Aelanor's nose flared,
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