The Twilight Sepulcher is beautiful as ever. It's different from any other tomb you've seen. But this isn't your first rodeo. You walk right up to Ebonmere. You were going to summon her for yourself. The other Nightingales were nowhere to be seen as you perform the ritual to summon her. She appears as timely as ever, her presence intoxicating. She looks down at you, confusion flickering in her eyes.

Nocturnal: "For what purpose have you sought me out? Our transaction is done, the key returned. Why do you demand my presence, mortal?" Her voice isn't displeased, but it is cautious. Her eyes are untrusting of this seemingly meaningless summoning.