{ A musty-smelling letter arrives, written on crackling paper that must have lingered in a dry study for a century at least. }
To the Grim,
When I first heard of the Grim many years ago, through a former student, I was uncertain of what to think. Such methods, such brutality, even when in service to the Horde - surely it was too much. But I was being uncharacteristically naive; it is easy to criticize, when you believe you are standing in a place of safety.
Now nowhere is safe. The sky is on fire, and nightmares seem tame in comparison to waking. I look around and I see a Horde filled with milquetoasts, with those unwilling to wield power out of the fear of what it might do, who turn instead to the bloated Alliance - and then, I remember the Grim, who are unafraid, who bow to no limits.
It is to such people I wish to pledge my talents, my spells, and all the arts I have learned. If the Mandate can find a use for this dry corpse, then I will humbly serve.
Anticipating your reply,
~ Professor Abzolon Doon.
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