Xavier called over Handy, who guided him to the building where meetings of that nature occurred. It was an establishment set-up by the neutral Thunderstrike Brotherhood called the Moon Club. The location was among the many nameless and named Victorian-era terrace houses and if it wasn't for Handy, Dasha couldn't possibly have hoped to find this place. The stone exterior was well-kept and tall, narrow windows lined the upper floors, their panes cracked and opaque, offering no glimpse of the club held within.
"I'm surprised you don't already have an invitation," Handy said, flicking a white envelope with a blue stamp to Dasha. "Here, keep this in your pocket. Don't lose it or put it in your inventory. Be sure to give it back though!"
