A battered package has reached the door of the Ablution haven. Its not a big package: A5 brown paper envelope, slightly crushed through handling. It looks like it has done a bit of travelling.

It is addressed to David Regan in a stylistic copperplate totally at odds with the banality of the envelope. It has come from the mid-west; from St.Paul. For the sake of preserving the Masquerade, an address is supplied on the reverse. David can read the code clearly enough.

This package comes from his mentor.

Casitive David Regan