<strong>Location:</strong>Public Sensoriums, Civic Festhall, Sigil<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid-morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Alzeggra<br/><br/>Though Nilasa was not long dead, it was too late for any healing to save her. She had been a young woman, relatively healthy, for a Cager. Now a chill emanated from her body from the center of her chest to the surface of her skin, and her eyes had gone blank as though the iris and pupil were simply erased. She had died in a state of terror. It was reminiscent of the drain of a wight, feeding on the energy of a living creature, or a vampire, or any number of intelligent undead. Though the Sensoriums could relay such an experience, it was never supposed to result in actual loss or death. The whole point of the Sensoriums was that they were safe.<br/>"Is that Nilasa?" came one voice from the murmuring crowd.<br/>"She hadn't been in there long," said another. "Only five minutes."<br/><br/>The illumination in the chamber where Nilasa had lost her life had been snuffed, but that posed no difficulty for drow eyes to see. A humble but untidy bag of her belongings still sat on the floor where Nilasa must've taken her experience, tipped over, spilling a few platinum coins, each a fresh mintage- much larger coinage than someone using the common Sensoriums usually had to throw around. Among other things, there were her Sigil papers, identifying her as Nilasa, born at the gate-town of Automata in the Outlands beyond Sigil- a gateway to the plane of Mechanus. A work visa was given for her stay in Sigil, vouched by someone named Heiron Lifegiver.<br/><br/>The recorder stone, which might have delivered a sensation that claimed Nilasa's life, lay inert in the groove where it'd been placed, a lone gleam in the shadows.