-An old elven woman walks into

[Stormbringer]

[shadow=orange,left,300]the kitchen with a flowered apron on. Jhudora's hands and apron and the tip of her nose has flour on it. She points at a table, closes her eyes, and on the table a bowl of batter magically appears. She takes a long wooden sIT out of a small pocket in her apron and begins mixing. All the while humming to a hauntingly familiar tune...-[/shadow]