And with that you go, and head out into Fanlu’s night, a lone figure, a ghost haunting familiar ground.
When you at last reach the manor house a small note has been left on a table outside your bedroom door, the place mail of import is normally left for you. It is folded once and sealed with a few beads of stiff red wax. It reads.
We should have tea together. Day after tomorrow at the Sacred Leaf…at tea time of course. I will be there.