notably beauregard is NOT HERE, there's just a delivery he technically sent
It was a medium sized box, not the sort of package that would draw tremendous attention. Wider more than tall, wrapped neatly in parcel paper. Light enough to imply that the contents were not made of anything weighty, but heavy enough not to suggest emptiness.
There was no return address, and the label on the outside read merely the Seanchaí Collection's address, and above it: "ATTN: Ender." No last name, regrettably, because it simply hadn't been asked.
This would, ideally, be delivered to wherever in the building such things were
collected. Perhaps some number of human employees would pass it around not knowing who "Ender" might be. He acknowledged this possibility and found it an acceptable risk, though his obvious hope was that it would reach its intended vampire.
if anyone opens it, let me know, and I'll reveal the contents