As she went through her stuff and changed her clothes, a peculiar little piece of paper flew from the sleeve of her new shirt.
She took a look at it, thinking it might be some measurements written by Swordly. The measurements themselves would probably be massive. This was a men's shirt. It hung off Serenica's shoulders, making her look very thin and small.
The note appeared to be a schedule. Someone was supposed to meet the writer in front of the Porttown Inn an hour before noon. The tone was very commanding. These were instructions to whoever was the intended recipient. Serenica turned the paper around. There was something attached to it.
It was a playing card, the king of spades, and what else was frightening was the fact that it was from the exact same unique handmade pack as the card Serenica had caught while the homeless witches were playing.
Every fiber in her body froze.
