Drip.. drip..

[Lupinum]

A loud dripping is heard through the main guild hall. The source is attatched to the Grim board by way of a needle pointed dagger - it is a large, severed Draenei hand. The following is carved into it.

I be Rakeganje. Friend of Dead-Priest. I be stabbin' for Grimmies.

[Khorvis]

Khorvis entered through the main hall and slammed the door behind him, closing out a torrential downpour. He shook the water from his armor and shut a great bat-skin umbrella, and in the process, the Inquisitor accidentally caught the Draenei hand. Barking curses and epithets, Khorvis swung the umbrella violently in an attempt to dislodge the apendage, and succeeded by launching it across the hall and into none other than -

[[open for fun]]

[Neevah]

Ruuki had just finished her work in her office when she heard Khorvis come in, and she'd been busy locking her office door when the hand went flying. She looked up to greeting Khorvis, only for the hand to smack her in the face, eliciting a startled bellow as she reached for her sword, thinking it an attack. Once the hand was thrown to the floor, she stomped it with a hoof, spitting out the bit of half-rotted ichor that had wound up in her mouth.

"Earthmother's tit Khorvis! If you wanna throw things at me, just used snowballs like the Shadowblade and Lilliana!" She spat again, wiping the rest of the wet from her face. "At least those taste a million time better than that rotted hand!"

[Khorvis]

Khorvis grunted with annoyance at the Reborn's rebuke. "The Alliance reach from the very grave to attack us. Truly they must face complete Annihilation - in felfire, so that even their corpses are beyond ash..."

Inspecting the marred writings upon the palm, he nodded and made a mental note to allow this minion grudging access into the halls. He then opened a flagon of Sulfuron Slammer over the remains and set the flesh aflame before stomping off down the aged corridors.