A small memorial in Rimwood.

A round unremarkable heavy shield and a broken sword that some would recognize as belonging to the drow Wisp sits at the edge of a cliff in the Rimwood, overviewing the sunrise. The sword's upper half is gone, what's left is stabbed into the earth. The shield is dented, a sign of heavy battle. A pile of ashes rests in front of both items, the wind slowly taking them away.

Before the ashes is a small steel plate with words etched in elven:

"Before you are the remains of a tormented soul. She lived a sad life, one we tried to help her escape from. She was a lonely creature and the tragedy is she did not know how to reach out to others even though we have tried reaching out to her. Passed on now, her soul tired and denying return, she at last sleeps. Here lies the remains of Wisp."

One night, when the moon is full and shining brightly atop the area, singing can be heard. The song is a strange cross of sad and happy, in a language no one of the surface would understand, but it's intent is clear: to sing for one's passing.

Should anyone have gotten close enough, they might, briefly, have spied a dark elf with flowing white hair dancing nude and singing that song.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a9QSoxoMpfo and [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.] for embellishment! Proally the later is best. )