A small dark elf appears outside the doors of Moonstone Abbey. She seems to be very lost, but she remembers the Doorkeeper's name and is able to pass through into the Abbey proper.
She looks around gazing fondly as a flood of memories overwhelms her. She quietly makes her way to the lounge and takes a seat on the comfortable couch, pulls her pipe out of her tobacco kudde and tries to remember when she last had a good pull from the ancient item.
She sighs to herself and smiles sadly saying to the room at large. "I'm not sure I belong here anymore"

The smoking Witch