Mystical energies swirl around the center of the room, and they combine to form a letter. Percy stops dead in his tracks and stares at the parchment floating in mid-air. His eyes fixate on it with a curious gaze, and he moves closer to it--very cautiously at that.
Finally, he grabs the paper. Nothing happens, and he sighs in relief. Then Percy looks the paper over once or twice before reading it. He pauses even his breathe before folding the letter and placing it within his pocket. He can't understand the feeling inside of him, but something compels him to go and help. So Percy does.
He leaves for Innsmouth as soon as he can.
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