His walk was lumbering, and his stride was meek. The dragging corpse of a moblin streaking and covering the ground with blood. His clothing looked worn from travel. The gates of Smoke Village were and dirty as before. He saw the Lazy bar, his favorite place to go.

He lumbered in, streaking the corpse into the bar floor. "Mira, nice to see you again..." He smiled shyly and couldn't stop looking at her. Ah, Smoke Village, quiet, smokey, and with pretty NPC's.