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Misjbar was meditating for days, quite annoyed by his new form. For hours he has been incantating vile orcish words, performing rituals. And finally, the gate to the realm of Moshran opened. He stands up, for the last time a flare of elvishness crosses his eyes.

"I thought I would never make it....."

He steps through the gates, and is seen in the mortal realm no more....his possesions fade, the things he had done will slowly fade from people's memories too

She sits crying by the harbor, the old captain waiting right next to her. She dries her tears, and tries to stand up. Her hat covers her beautifull ears, her eyes puffy and red from the many crying.

"Farewell Karmane, Dravish. Thank you for your care and attention...."

She looks over the lands before her.

"And Shandariel....you where a wonderfull sister, even though we only saw eachother so little..."

She then takes the hand of the old captain, who helps her up on deck of the small ship.

"Thank you sir..."

"It was nothing m'lady"

The captain quickly sets off, controlling the rudder. Fildraniel sits on the side, tears still flowing from her eyes as she thinks of her time on this beautifull island.