How to Torture a Goblin

It was all of two minutes after Moradinel left Hardwrench before Kezrin wished she could have slapped herself.

He had asked her if there was anything wrong with dress. Given her the perfect opportunity to reject it, but all her thoughts were focused on getting him to leave. She could have made something up: said she didn’t like the color, or that the fabric was all wrong, or the (wrist-length) sleeves were too short.