A messenger knocks upon Maite's door and she opens the letterbox for him to place it in. She snorts upon reading it.

"Apparently Andre was not fast enough with his whispers."

She quickly penned a letter.

Senor Arturo Calleira

Your Padre showed upon my doorstep seeking information and I told him the same thing I now told you. I have none and will share none for I am not playing your nightwalker games. Still, if you wish to meet, I shall for the sake of being polite. Midnight on the Wednesady of this next week at the Senora Viejo. It should be splendid enough for what you are accustomed to.

Maite de Noche


She simply flagged down your normal courier that ran about looking for tasks. Andre was out and this letter was of no true sensitivity in anycase. She gave the courier a good tip to ensure a moderate amount of secrecy and speed and returned to her library.