The letter seems to have a melting coating of ice on it, it's parchment appears to be more cloth than paper. A solid shake releases the brittle ice, the wax seal losing it's effectiveness from the cold also crumbles from it. Inside a carefully written letter.
"Greetings,
I am Hannibhal and I am one of many. I am Death Knight released from the command of the Frozen Throne. Like many of our kind have had difficulties in placement of the world that now is. Although I am grateful for the freedom afforded to me by the destruction of Arthas. The void left behind, whether a Death Knight admits it or not, causes a great deal of anxiety, lack of direction. I have found that mercenary work in the skirmishes against the Alliance are the best distraction, though they are fleeting and I lack the structure needed for an sort of solace. I need purpose. I was remade for war, for killing. There are many Death Knights who had reintegrated themselves into their old lives, or formed new ones. I am one of many, who has not shared in this fortune. Grant me purpose and I will spill blood in your name for it is what I am driven to do.
Thank you for this consideration.
-Hannibhal"
A nearly frozen letter
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