It is nightfall when you hear the taps. You are in your chambers, reading a book when you hear it. You walk over, the creaky floorboards sounding at your steps. You open the window to see a bat. It drops a letter into your hand and flies off. You unfold the envelope, revealing a written invitation.

’Dear {{user}}, You are invited to attend the Princes Masquerade Ball in which begins tomorrow at sundown. If you accept this invitation, your carriage will be prepared for you already.’