A pale woman seems to be minding her own business on this evening, before receiving the letter of passing. After reading it, her frame stiffens before releasing a sigh, recomposing herself. A sickening crack rang out within the room she resided in. Ailise then begins muttering what seems to be a prayer, though in an eldritch tongue. The speech is fragmented as it pained her to say it, to the point it was almost torturous. Another crack is heard, before the woman straightens her back and comes to a stand. She then heads out, towards the Blue City.