A Note Delivered by a Runner

[Orgog]

A young orc male with a sturdy build approaches the first member of The Grim he can find in Orgrimmar and drops off a note. It is bound in a roughly rectangular shape with a length of dirty string. There is no seal or marking of any kind. On it, it is written in rough Orcish script:

To The Grim,

My name is Orgog of Clan Strongaxe. Once my kin were feared and respected by the clans of Draenor, and likewise by the Great Horde. But since my father perished in the fight to free us all from the human’s prisons, what little remains of my family has fallen to weakness, and dishonorable conduct. I will not waste words on specifics. I know of the Grim, and seek membership, and a chance to prove my mettle once more on the field of battle. None wish to see humans perish more than I. Find one of my sons in Orgrimmar to send a reply. They run daily as the sun rises. They will know to look for you.

Orgog, Clan Strongaxe

There are a few inky scratches at the bottom, as if someone had tested a pen’s ink.

[Neevah]

Ruuki had been present to accept the message, which she found refreshingly straightforward and to the point. She sat down to write back a note before she returned to the forge to finish her work for the next assault on the Alliance.

"Orgog,

Your note has reached our doorstep, but your story is not a new one. Show yourself before the Mandate and its Inquisition this coming Monday night by 8:30 of the Goblin clock. We will see if your father's death to free you is as wasted on you as it is on the rest of your family.

I will send word of the location before we are to meet.

-Inquisitor Ruuki"