Early morning of the sunday.
A delivery owl plops off the letter that smells faintly like whiskey and somewhat of a potion lab.

Hey Fauna

I'm hoping things from the last full moon have calmed somewhat. I know the new one is approaching so things will likely get busy soon.

Just to catch up on anything and to have something decent to eat before everything goes into madness again, want to meet up for dinner tonight?

Calaveras does steak!

Feel free to bring along anyone you think could also do with a meal and drink.

I'm heading down for 6.

Signed:
Lochlainn (See if you remember my name this time)

At around 5pm, Fauna returns home to find Lochlainn's letter. She pens a quick reply, but due to the misspelling of his last name, the lack of a real address, or perhaps the owl's reluctance to venture into Knockturn, it's safe to say that her reply does not get delivered before 6pm.



Lucas (kidding!),

Good to hear from you! I haven't been out to the pubs since I saw you, so it's definitely time to catch up. I'm glad you're ok.

Thanks for the invite. I'll be there! I haven't been to Calaveras in a while... it's a little bit fancy. I think I was there a few times for drinks. Never been for dinner actually. Should be fun. I'll see if some friends would like to join. Is that alright? I'm going to hope so because you said so. Should I invite... I'll send a few owls and see what happens. I'll be there!

Thanks, Loch (see?)


-Fauna