C.A.R.P.S.

Wrexton walks into the Silver Rose wearing a filthy lab coat much too large for him, the garment picking up even more dirt as it drags on the ground behind him. His usual frantic pace is gone, now one gnomish foot in front of the other in a haze. He approaches the posting board and tacks a crumpled piece of parchment to it and leaves without stopping or speaking to anyone.

It reads:

Mage Guild Meeting
19th Day of 8th Moon
Evening
Silver Rose