[Mini Event] (SE) like rats out of a sinking ship

How does one summon the sick? By ringing a bell, of course. Where did Wessex get said bell? She can’t tell you. And it doesn’t really matter. Much like the Pied Piper and his children, or perhaps a nun yelling Shame!, the Wraith wanders through the Settlement and other central areas of the Ground, calling for everyone to come and bring out their ill. Some might think it good news, but alas, all the work that has been done in other areas has been neglected in the Grounds; they have been left to their fate, or so it may seem, because what are timelines, without healing water or knowledge of the metal, they are in the dark. It’s ironic, isn’t it. Mmmm, yes, there’s something funny about that. Somewhere. The Wraith is slumped a bit against the Temple altar, using the big building for its echoey-sounds so she doesn’t have to speak so loudly, if she even had the inclination to do so. She’s failing. Failing at protecting the families and, well, just failing in general. Despair and delirium are her names now - all she wants is for the Voice to appear to them and tell them it will be alright, she can fix it. Mother, where are you? “No star-help, no moon-help, no friends for poor Ascendeds,” she seems to say to herself, eyes on where the Voice should appear, her cheek pressed to cooler marble and the fingers of a hand tracing an unpredictable pattern on the floor. "No friends, she went and bit them all..." WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here