A misty vision comes to Nadeen, which clears enough to view a pair of hands writing upon paper with ink and quill. Pausing to listen, and then continuing to write down text as dictated, the writer and speaker separate entities. The speaker paces, and in his wake fade vague shapes, silhouettes - that of a small horse, taking a wobbly step - a tall figure with a long polearm - a large winged shape... and a last image, that of the invitation itself, gleaming gold, not unlike a ticket unwrapped from a Wonka bar, held firm in hand. Not much, just fleeting impressions.