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[angel_of_death]

It was soon after nightfall when a message, written in the form of a short letter without the presence of a signature, appeared in neat cursive at the head of a blank page.

Dear illusionist,

Change of plans. Come to the frilly little parlour instead. I promise it isn't because there's tea. It isn't real tea anyway.

((ooc: For those inclined to sneak to the location mentioned, Walter will be waiting at the door of the feminine parlor and will be turning anyone but his intended partner away.))