Deminthus walks in, mumbling incoherent words under his breath.
Hail to The Grim!! I am Deminthus of Silvermoon, coming from a far away land known as Cenarion Circle. I have ventured to your realm to offer my assistance in the ridding of filth known as Alliance. I have been accompanied by Ashenfury. Although he is of a strange smell, I spend much time with him and enjoy the love-hate relationship we have formed.
I have been on a journey to become brethren of The Grim, and in my journey have come across Yichimet, where we shared some of Ashenfury's herb together. As sweet as it is, I don't like mentioning or remembering where it comes from. I have shed blood with Yichimet and a couple other Grim brethren. I fell in love with The Grim when Ashenfury and I were invited to dine in Stormwind with them. Although the food is terrible, the blood always compliments and sweetens the taste of filthy Alliance.
This is my letter to The Grim for acceptance. Whatever it takes I will do, I MUST do to become brethren. I will be happy to serve and protect, slay and defend, I will do everything for the Horde. My brothers and sisters need me as much as I need them, and I will strive to never let anyone down. Tonight we feast in Stormwind!!
A warrior approaches the guild hall
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