Deepwood Weald The Mines Of Moira

Moira sighed aloud. Back with the Melonii she had ended up. Back with the group. How long had it actually been, anyway, when she had last been in the presence of other Melonii? How did she get into this situation? Moira sighed again, though suddenly she held her breath.

There was another nearby. Hearing the chuff she glanced about, and caught sight of someone. "So who might be in my presence, then?"