Talk:Book 9: Unknown/@comment-107.77.204.116-20200115002844

"Here." Mr. Forkle said when she emergedfrom behind her curtain the ends of her sash tosted around her shoulder like an awkard shawl. He tied a simple bow and she started to step away, but he placed a hand on her shoulder. "Perhaps you'd also like a little help with your hair?"

"You're offering to do my hair?" Sophie verified, reaching up to feel the tangled mess.

" I'm an elf of many talents." he told her.

Shockingly enough, he wove her hair into the most intricate braid she's ever seen.

"Do I want to know why you now how to do this?" She asked.

" Of course--but that's a story for another day. For now, we should get that arm back into a sling."

(Sorry this funny moment was late, and I am adding this to my list of stories that must be explained.)

- Tam Fam