To pass the time on less eventful days, specifically when Marth was busy with things elsewhere and she found herself lacking companionship, Dalanesca would take to the streets of Malum and Sanctus, fading in and out of the fantasies of the travelers who had found themselves there. She generally remained incognito, blending in with the non essential characters and passerby in the illusions, or invisible altogether, choosing only to appear if she deemed it entirely necessary. Whether she chose Sanctus or Malum depended on her mood, and on this particular day she was feeling a bit under the weather, so Malum was the choice.
Shortly after teleporting herself to the first set of gates leading into the city of Malum, she could see that there were many people present in the area this day. Its activity seemed to be much higher than the activity in Sanctus. It was something that Dalanesca did not quite understand - when she had crafted the realm in the image in her mind, she had assumed that the majority of people would choose to live out their happiest fantasies, not their most terrifying nightmares. Perhaps she hadn’t set it up in a way where people would have been entirely certain on which path to follow, but she had crafted it in such a way that they would feel compelled towards whichever side of their mind was the strongest - but it did not always work that way.
After a few moments of walking, Dalanesca heard something quite unusual for Malum - music. It sounded like a stringed instrument, though she could not be sure, so she turned to head in the direction from which the melody came. Eventually, she came to see a man standing on one of Malum’s many streets, pulling a bow across the strings and creating a soft tune. She approached the general vicinity from behind the man, allowing herself to be visible.
“Hello,” she said, softly, still a fair distance from the man so as not to startle him. “That tune… it’s much more melodic and happy sounding than I would expect to find here,” she said, expressing her mild surprise. “Have you come to the Blinded Scales by intention, or by accident?” she asked, though by looking at his generally common appearance, she safely assumed that he had come by accident. She hung back, not wanting to give the impression that she was going to attack him, but still not revealing her true identity. ‘“If by accident, I might be able to help you get out of here,” she asked, giving him a friendly smile.