Everything is seemingly perfect for once in Aretuza. The Conclave that Yennifer had put together was in full swing.. Tissaia was actually kind of enjoying herself, letting herself be led onto the dance floor by her beloved Vilgefortz.

But around halfway through the night, she began to feel like it was all.. wrong..? Things weren't as they seemed, like the bards kept singing. But why? She kept looking around until her eyes caught a figure they never expected to see again.. Someone she thought had died.. The Rectoress went to them immediately.