(my apologies for not posting for a long time, my family was busy, and our wi-fi went out a few days ago)

Paige had made it to the clothing store without hauling her huge cloak. All of the clothing around her was interesting; very different indeed. She loved it this way, all of it was so unique, and it caught her interest quickly. Normally she wasn't this much into clothes shopping, but she couldn't help herself. She had decided to keep her cloak, but she had to do something about it, whether it be to find something sharp to cut the end of it off, or just to abandon it completely if she really had to. 

She had settled on an outfit, however, consisting of a long cream white tunic with droopy sleeves, trailing behind her when she moved them, embroidered with dark blue lace, a dark grey pair of trousers, that were also moderately loose at the ends, trailing behind her like her tunic, and a pair of black boots that went up halfway down her legs. The boots had no heel. She also found a few rings to satisfy her other fashion needs, one on her left index finger, silver with a white jewel, one on her left ring finger, also silver with engraved symbols on it, and one on her right middle finger, light blue with a dark jewel. 

She pondered around, her cloak still mildly bothering her before asking out of the blue, "Does anyone have something sharp? I need to cut something off..."