Somehow a missive ends up where he can find it. A hand written note on hand made paper, folded up to be it's own envelope, with a medallion of dark purple sealing wax to seal it. Inside reads: My Dear Lord Marcus, I am writing you today to discuss a visit to your fair area. I wish to meet you and your breathen soon.
I am known as Kat. I do not know if you know of me. If you have, then my introduction will be easier. If not, allow me to formally introduce myself to you when I arrive in Salem.
By the time you read this, I may have already arrived. I have taken a room at the Hawthorne for the time being.
I promise to not cause you any concern or problems until after such time we have talked.
My reasons for coming to Salem are few. One, I have heard great things about the Saint Francis clinic, my foundation runs some shifter hospitals, and I would like to compare notes with the admistratiors and faculty. Two, I have not seen the great city of Salem for at least a hundred years, and I am curious to see the city now. The rest can be dealt with when we meet.
