A perfectly folded parchment

[Deyndrine]

Grim,

I await ready to serve The Mandate. My need for brethren grows every day. I have heard many tell from Deminthus of the adventures of Grim. I look forward to joining such adventures.



Signed,

Deyndrine

[Greebo]

*Greebo wonders where the perfume-scent is, shocked at such an omission.*

[Deminthus]

He must have been out. I assure you from past experiences that the awful stench of pretty follows him everywhere. Poor guy is even worried about getting blood on his dress.

[Ashenfury]

Deminthus commenting on the smell of others, pffft? This coming from a Elf who used to BATHE. How is one supposed to attain a powerful musk when they CLEAN themselves and their belongings...

**Long drawn out sigh**

May the spirits help both of you elves.

[Deminthus]

I only bathe when it is time to clean and polish my armor, orc. I might not have the musk you speak of, but I surely don't smell pretty like Deyndrine, even after I bathe.

Soaps and perfumes only alert the enemy of your presence. I make mine known with a roar as my hammer cracks their skull.

[Deyndrine]

I did run out, yes. Shall I drop off another letter with my beautiful perfume on it?

I have made a new concoction, actually, that the ladies absolutely love. It smells like me, is exquisite and rare like me, made by me, even reminds you of me! I call it Me.