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

I know the account name (from the Boards) more than character name, but welcome back. :)

Thanks Krakii

I know I don't belong here, anymore. But... still having an Abbey cell key... along with knowing someone, who knows someone, who knows someone who has a key ring full of lock picks... Does seem to make odd events happen.

Yes, yes... indeed.

Though mostly... right now... I'm just feeling completely lost.

May need to trade in all of my Sorcerer garb, for Ranger equipment. Perhaps. ::Le Sigh:: =)

~ P.