As the celebration heightened the sky became a canvas painted by the glowing color of magics and illusions. Morticia watched with widened eyes, thoroughly impressed by the spectacle. Her magic was not nearly as spectacular or fun, such is the nature of the dark arts. Dancers, acrobats, and performers of every sort skipped and pranced through the crowds infecting everyone with their cheerfulness. Even Morticia found herself moving her feet to the beat of the bards. But a tug on her sleeve from Bonnie warned her about the nearing messenger. He looked official, so Morticia assumed the news was unsavory. She wiggled her way through the crowd tying the lose the messenger but Bonnie's clumsy steps slowed her down.

"Are you Ms. Morticia Vitann?" the messenger said, trying to speak over the crowd.

"It's not robbery if they're dead! It's not like they're using it!" she immediately replied.

"What? I have a message for you." he said as he handed her the letter.

"Oh... forget I said anything." She took the letter and took a look, relieved she wasn't in trouble again. The contents were mostly filler, basically requesting her for a mission. Under normal circumstances should would have refused, missions are of no interest to her. The Arcane Coalition has access to resources she needs for her research, that's all. But the bottom of the message warned that if she didn't take the mission she could face a hefty fine for a certain graveyard incident. And so Morticia made her way towards the airship docks with Bonnie behind her carrying bags of various souvenirs she bought at the festival.