Upon the table, plumped down with the other mail, was a suspicious red envelope. Inside the envelope was a ridiculously decorated piece of parchment. It had gold scrolling letters, and a emerald green trim around the edges. Once unfolded there was a withered picture of a Forsaken male. His face was banded together by leather straps, and his ugly hair was spiked into a hawkish spike. When reading the letter, it addressed the guild with this words...
"For whom it may concern of The Grim. My name is Almet Esprix. I am a noble in Silvermoon City. I have a request, for which I will pay handsomely. The man in the inclosed photograph is a man I want dead. He killed my son. He also has killed many other people as I have come to find out in the past few weeks. It seems this man has wondered from bar to bar, in major cities throughout the world, challenging children of privilege like my son Mestro to duels, in a drunken rage. And, he not only beats them, he murders them with his odd abilities. I am coming to you with the offer of six-thousand gold, to kill this man, and help me avenge my son. If you can, please give me his head as proof the dead is done.
~Yours in vengeance
Almet Esprix."
Urciel
Moderator: Officers