Adia stands outside of the wards, watching Lich anxiously, clasping her hands together as if holding onto herself would give her some courage.

Lichenstein's words ring out in the ether, passing from the land of the living to the land of the dead, his message searching for its intended recipient.

A minute passes of empty silence. Then another minute. Finally, something very faint responds... something old and weary and inhuman. "You do not have the proper fare to pass," it mutters.