Thursday, June 29th -- Near Midnight
Dung was justifiably uneasy. He was not looking forward to sending this owl, and part of him rather hoped the missive would get lost and never be answered.
I represent a client who has acquired something that may be of value to you. Please find a sample enclosed.
If you are interested in acquiring the rest, my client will gladly accommodate you, asking only a favor in return.
Midnight at the Shrieking Shack. Come alone.
He included a small vial filled with silver sludge, one of the memories that Croaker had pulled out of his head and that Miss Daphne had been so disgusted to see.