This was a test to see how cloth draping compared with conforming clothing in actual scene I might do. I used a chapter cut from one of my books and rendered each scene twice. The first image is draped. The second is conforming. As far as time each scene took, there wasn't much difference. You can be the judge of while clothing looks better. Remtani acknowledged his brother with a curt nod. As he climbed the winding stairs toward the tower, he wondered if Bacna remembered how Remtani used to come up here to watch for Kith when the dragon had stopped visiting. Later, it had become a sanctuary, a place to retreat from the world. Few remembered this room existed. Fewer still were willing to make the climb. He needed solitude now. The pain and suffering he had caused so many—simply because a spell had made him hate his sister—felt suffocating. How could he ever atone? When he had believed himself mad, at least he could tell himself he wasn’t fully in control. But a spell? He should have been strong enough to resist. He had allowed his father to name him heir, his uncle to appoint him general, positioning himself as a protector against monsters like the one he’d become. But if he was that vulnerable to manipulation, how could he possibly lead? Perhaps he should step aside and let those more qualified take the reins. He gazed out the window into the vast, cloudless blue sky, empty of dragons, empty of answers. He longed for the one dragon he used to confide in, the one who would never return, who had never forgiven him and now never could. He tried to imagine what Kith would advise him about this revelation. He couldn’t help but wonder what Kith would say about the spell. Kith had once been a brother to him and had always believed outside forces influenced Remtani’s actions. He’d been right. Would knowing that have helped Kith forgive him? Unlikely. But perhaps things could have been less hostile between them—angry brothers rather than sworn enemies. And if Kith had been his brother in truth, if he’d married Ann the way he should have — then Sapphire would have been his niece—one more reason to protect her. He wouldn’t step down. Not yet. Not while she needed him standing where he stood.