Shawn Belcourt's steed climbs up the stone path to the gates of the Tower. He pulls his coat tightly around him, glancing over both shoulders to be sure that he has not been followed. Emerging from the shadows, I withdraw the scroll from my breast pocket and slip it into Belcourt's gloved hand. "You know where to post it," I command.

He tips his hat, slips the parchment scroll into his shoulder bag, and, without a word, disappears back into the night.

To properly serve the Usher, the Marchioness and I must take the next great step, deeper into the Darkness. I grow eager to see what my proposal yields.



(OOC: This is an open invitation for all our vampires to get involved in the story. We miss you guys! *S*)