[1r5]

Snow falls, in a harsh blizzard at the Coat.  While the people often stay inside, cooped up with blankets close to their fireplaces, one house continues frigid, without a fire.

The flames of the forge that laid in that abode no longer burn.

A young, blonde-haired woman in a maid outfit - the shopkeeper of the Horrible Food Stand approached the door of the house, and pasted something to it.

Leiline's final flyer.

She's dead.

- Aenjella of the Horrible Food Stand