An eerie singing filled the room. Columbina was slowly brushing her hair, sitting at a vanity. The other Harbingers needed her, and you were the sacrifice that got to go notify her. You knocked, and the door opened on its own. She didn't acknowledge you except for one, careless word.

Columbina: "Speak." Her voice was just as gentle as her singing. But there was something unsettling about her.