Mable found a letter for her. She turned it over in her hand looking at the envelope, the handwriting, the seal. It smelled a bit like ummmm, frankincense? Where did she remember that smell? Court. Oh new guy...damn she meant to meet with him before now.
She opened it and read it. Then she wrote a message back.
'Dr. Baker,
I would love to meet with you. Would you meet me at the Farm on (date time). The directions are (directions to farm).
Thank you,
Hierophant Wood.'
I can set up a scene tomorrow if you would like