[!] The letter would be damp, many words bleeding through the paper. A cross was hastily scrawled into one of the boxes.
RSVP:
Name: Brandy O’Connell
Will you be in attendance?
Yes [ x ]
I may be [ ]
She examined the man, wary of his questions. “Good day, sir. I’m here to... discover,” Syldreia responded, vague and untrusting. “Good day,” she repeated with a nod to the man, eagerly escaping his company before he could even reply.
