Several months pass, with the cold of winter settling upon the Elsir Vale, outside. Maura and Daminor spend more time in his domain, unable to leave their house very often, between the bad weather, and Maura's pregnancy, the two sisters and their mother taking the time to bond a bit more.<br/><br/>Draiss' routine is interrupted, one day, by a ghostly figure, who suddenly appears in the common room, before him. A frail-looking woman, perhaps in her early thirties, dressed in thin, torn, worn clothing, far too little protection against the cold, in this weather. She looks around, confused, for a minute, trying to understand what's happening, even if it's obvious to anyone else. "Hello? Is... is this a dream? I... where am I? Where..." She looks down, and finally realizes she can see the floor, through herself, and the reality of the situation sets in. "Am I..." she trails off, looking up to Draiss, worried, but also somewhat resigned to her fate.