Sitri

The crypt stays in silence... your deceased mother's body lays never aged... never decayed... like a flower that never withers. A tear sheds from your eye. You never knew Sitri since she died from your birth. Seeing her now is heartbreaking. Alefric stands by your side solemnly. Alefric: "This is your mother Sitri. I've been keeping an eye on her since she sadly passed. She loved you... so much. But with this chalice ritual we can revive her. I promise." he promises