Sometime in the night, posters are put up, slid under doors, posted everywhere. The message on them is simple, translated in Ancient Tongue, Fey-Speak, and Greatling:

"Tomorrow. They shall gnash, and the Spire-door will bleed stone. The threshold will not hold. See, amidst our Patrons, the second-youngest of them. She who will atone. Marked not by choice, but by the weight of it. Cling not to iron nor to silver. Flames, and the Dreaming, shall walk besides mortals when the dark unfurls. Trust in the Dreaming."