"ningún usted es apenas grueso" (go to http://translate.google.com/translate_t to translate it)
*he watched him leave in silence. He knew what he ment...and he didnt apreciate what he ment. he looked around his room and waved his hands the stone floors and walls disapeared to reveal white flooring and walls. He then waved his hand and all his books and shelves flew into the air and into a trunk. All the candles and heavy curtans and dark sheets floated up next and into the trunk. He picked up the trunk with a big strugle and looked around the now empty room. He then tured and with a swish of his cloak he vanished with all his book and only a small scap of paper remained with small scribled writing. A few tears stained the paper that was left and all other traced vanished. as if he was never in the room. he appeared in an small spance between barriers and sat on his trunck his emptions now sealed behind a mask. that covered his true emotons of his actions.