"I see no visions here...yet." Inessa's lips form a thin line, fervently hoping that is not the case as they continue. "It is not quite as it was in the Blackmarsh, torn to shreds, but this...it's still paper-thin, a place where the spirits can influence with ease. And at least one has, if not more. We may need the aid of others; I'm no expert in hauntings."

That said, she is curious and listens to the spectral laughter intently. "...I suppose we should at least have more to report back. But we should still take care, and remain on the defensive."