Whispers of the reeds bear a message to the unseen ones that linger in the shades of greys. A scarred figure perches itself over the roofs, reading the contents while basking in the silvery moonlight.
A derpy owl flies through the window and sabotages the dinner you have cooked for Alistair. He hoots with a letter before flying out the window.
Dear Jared Gloomcrest
My my, your dreamscape was fascinating when wondering on my journey, it appears you have the similar experience to a friend of mine. I invite you to a soiree on the 49th in Genteven on Thoth Street, do come dressed accordance to Ulen, it is after all Fall, dress in your purple and black attire and we will begin our festivities.