Her heels clicked as she stepped forward, sighing in annoyance before speaking harshly.

"Rosalyne died in a foreign land... But you heartless businessmen and dignitaries, always with a convenient excuse to remain in the comfort of your homeland. You couldn't hope to understand. So why don't you keep your mouths shut! We don't want to make the children cry..."

Afterward, she returned to the inn that she booked for the night, in Snezhnaya. As she reposed in the bathtub, she caught a faint noise.