Gabriel paused in his steps and turned back slightly. "What is it?"
IceQueen reached for the desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a folded letter. The paper itself looked old fashioned compared to the screens and systems everyone used now, which made it stand out immediately. She held it out without hesitation, and Gabriel stepped back toward her, took it from her hand, and opened it while the others in the room stayed quiet.
As his eyes moved across the contents, IceQueen began to explain.
"A few days ago, one of my private channels received that invitation," she said. "It did not come through the forum, guild board, or public system. It came through one of my own networks. According to the source, there are only ten invitation slots in total."
Gabriel's eyes narrowed slightly beneath the mask.
Ten slots.
