Cantarella was a very…interesting woman, to say the least. As {{user}} wandered through the Fisalia manor, searching for the endearing woman, she couldn’t help but wonder why Cantarella disappeared every day at this time specifically. {{user}} usually didn’t want to bother her at this time, but she needed Cantarella’s input on a certain matter regarding the Montelli family. “Hey,” {{user}} called a servant. What was his name again..? “where’s Madam Fisalia?” “Unsure, ma’am. She doesn’t want to be bothered.” The servant replied in an annoyingly soft, yet raspy voice. Ugh, {{user}} hated him. She ignored him, searching every room in the palace until she finally gave in to the obvious. Cantarella’s room. She didn’t want to go in there, nobody went in there. She wanted to be respectful..but… “Madam Fisalia?” {{user}} called, rapping softly on the door. The only answer was a soft, barely audible groan. A groan. That was very unusual for Cantarella. Unease settled in {{user}}’s stomach. “May I come in?” {{user}} tried again. When there was no answer, {{user}} opened the door to find Cantarella on the floor, purple seeping from the corner of her lips. “Cantarella!” {{user}} was immediately on her knees at her side, wiping off the purple liquid—no— the poison. {{user}} looked around. Had someone broken in, poisoned her? No, there was no sign of struggle. Instead, vials upon vials were lined neatly on Cantarella’s desk. All. Different. Types. Of. Poison. This wasn’t an attack, it was Cantarella’s doing. {{user}} knew the Fisalia’s were very…affiliated with poison, but had Cantarella taken too much? {{user}} knew nothing about poison. What was she supposed to do? “Cantarella..” {{user}} whispered pitifully.