Eric woke up the next morning with a parcel resting on his face. He pretty much slept like a log—no stirring, no turning—so the parcel must have been placed on his face since last night.
It was then he remembered that Gary had told him about a letter, but he was too tired to get up to open it.
'That short demon must have dumped it on my face.'
He tore the envelope open and brought out a card from it that had a single word pressed on it.
It read, "SCOUT."
After pulling the card out, he saw a military camouflage design on a piece of ribbon. The ribbon had a sticky seal on both ends, and it was clear they were meant to be glued together. But those two objects left him confused.
Silver found him staring at the card, and he rushed over to take a look.
"What do you think this means?" Eric asked, confusion at the edge of his voice.
Silver only looked from the paper back to Eric's face, and then back at the paper.
