Matoya sat restlessly at the table. Ever since her bCRYSTAL/b was stolen she had been unable to see. If she had it back she could leaf through an ancient grimoire, or watch the dance of one of her enchanted brooms. All she could do now was stummble around the age-old cavern. At a loss for anything else to do, she said hello to one of the brooms. It said the same old gibberish that they always do, and Matoya found herself longing for some company. For a moment she regretted choosing a life of hermitude, but she quickly caught herself. Of course she was better off having dedicated her life to the black arts. Otherwise she would have lived as one of the pathetic peasant women of Corneria, and be worth nothing more than her usefulness to the man she married. As she was brooding with contempt over the fleeting lives of the people who forced her out of her home all those years ago, she heard footsteps coming down the stone walkway.

"Hail! Miss, I believe this belongs to you?" Said the stranger. Matoya's sight returned as he handed over her bCRYSTAL/b. She gasped as she saw him, she instantly knew buy the bORB/b he carried that he was a Light Warrior. She was also caught off guard by his charmingly solemn demeanor, and his ill-fitting Darkthrone t-shirt was pretty hot, too. "The Prince of bELFLAND/b is very ill, miss. If you have any concoction that might help..."

"I will give you the most powerful bHERB/b, sense you brought my bCRYSTAL/b back. You have no more business here. Go!!"

"I see, I give you my ultimate gratitude." the Light Warrior said, and he bowed. As he turned and left Matoya was filled with regret. The life of a reclusive witch had made her utterly tactless, and she was startled by such an unexpected visit. She sat up all night and thought about what could have happened between her and the Light Warrior. She feel asleep and dreamed of tangoing with him to the the music that always played in her cave. When she awoke it's whimsical sound made her all the more lonely.