... A ball. There's something I might have missed a little about home. Not that I think I'll be attending. Such bad taste to show up to such an event alone.

... Did... I...?

Impossible.

Does it always rain so much in this miserable place?? I spent the entire first night here trying to stay dry.

I cannot even begin to say how displeased I'm going to be if I end up getting sick.

Tsk. There has to be food somewhere around here.

Some old woman wandered by and told me to use this thing - whateveritis. Stupid contraption. How do I know who's reading this, anyway?

...And this place reeks. 'Purgatorium', is it. That old lady muttered something about it.

Brothers? Mother?