The dark-haired Rogue from The Knights of the Forgotten Order looks sadly at the embers of the fire, and
    begins to speak - in a low voice.

    "Well, it's been fun, and no, I'm not quitting The Forgotten Order yet!"

    Her eyes are impossible to read in the darkness.

    "Since I've been with The Forgotten Order, I've seen happiness, sadness, joy, defeat, and every side of human
     nature that exist in the real world!

    "We've seen death, but we've seen the joy of birth as well!"

    She sighs - and anyone who's ever fought alongside her knows THAT sound!

    "I've - made a LOT of friends, but also a few enemies - apparently talked someone out of suicide, and cried on
    a lot of shoulders when I wasn't getting my own shoulder wet with other's tears!"

    She smiles.

    "I've learned about many, many things in "real life," from here - and have "talked" for hours with others -- and
    just (hopefully) helped someone out in "real life" with some of my "real life" skills…and had others help me
    out with THEIR skills! I've learned from others, and best of all -- I like teaching others, as well!! I've watched
    my "extended family" actually meet one another - the "Gathering of The Forgotten Order" was probably the
    best part, though I had to watch from afar! But isn't - aren't we a family in the truest sense? This guild was founded
    about honor, and fair play, and, well -- you understand if you've listened to my babbling this far!"

    An ember pops in the fire, distracting her.

    "Oh, yes! Family - that's what we've become, you see! We used to be a group of people that just wanted a safe
    haven in Tristram - and look what we've become now! We've husbands and wives playing together, perhaps
    their children as well? All in the name of fun, and - well, yes, destroying the evil under the village, as well!
    But again, we've moved from a "guild" to, well - as I said - a family!"

    She stands quickly.

    "I didn't know that I could find all of this in a shiny silver disk -- friends, good conversation, bad
    conversation, help for me when I needed it, and help for others when I could offer it! (Both under Tristram,
    and in "real life!") The necessary politics, but most again - friends from all around the globe! Wirt does sell
    miracles sometimes, doesn't he? (And to think that I thought that it was an amulet, at first!)"

    The last few embers in the fire burst back into flame briefly, as they often will - illuminating her armor, and
    her dark eyes as she picks up her bow, and then the embers die - but her eyes do not. Only the moon (and her
    eyes) are left to light the woods.

    "Family!"

    And she turns and strides back up the hill to the village of Tristram.