Grim Views

*The letter is handed to Syreena in Ashran on Sunday.*

Dear Grim Consulate,

I am Tesonii Inbetween of Sanctuary. I feel that the time has come for me to find an organization with use for my talents beyond those which Sanctuary has applied mine too. Although I was once a member of Sanctuary, I believe the good of the Horde is better held in the hands of the Grim. The Alliance cannot be trusted, and Sanctuary is blind to this fact.

I hope to see you as more direct allies on the battlefield.

Sincerely,

Tesonii Inbetween, Rune Knight

Syreena walked through the Grim halls later that night, chewing on a greasy bite of elf ear. She paused by the Inquisitors' office. She pulled a letter out of a hidden pocket in her armor, opened it up and reread it, and then crumpled loosely it into a ball.

"Silly elf, "she murmured as she tossed the paper ball into the office.

She swallowed the last bit of ear and continued on her way.

Filora saw Syreena toss the crumpled ball into the office before walking away. Curious, she waited until Syreena was gone to go into the office and pick up the note. Smoothing it out, she read it, and smirked.

Another one coming to their senses, she thought. Tomorrow's Inquisition would be interesting. She'd have to attend and see.

She re-crumpled the letter and left it where it had lain.

Ruuki was already in a foul mood when she stomped into the Office of the Inquisition, and she scowled as she inadvertently kicked the crumpled paper ball. Muttering under her breath about careless cleaners she picked it up, letting her sword fall with a heavy thunk across her desk. She unfolded it, turning it this way and that as she finally found the way it was supposed to read. She snorted, moving the sword aside so she could pen a reply.

"Tesonii,

I have seen you wearing the colors of Sanctuary, and it is about time more of you see the folly of that path. See to it that you are available tonight, at 8:30 of the Goblin clock, for the Inquisition. Be late, and I will crumple you like your delivered letter of intent.

I will contact you with the location when the time grows near.

-Inquisitor Ruuki the Reborn"

With that sent on its way she grabbed her sword once more and headed for the door. There were many Alliance to kill this eve before her duties required her full attention.

An outstretched arm reached for the original parchment and uncrumpled it. The letter's contents were now hardly legible due to the tears and creases. Nevertheless, a little elbow thinning against a wall allowed Ul-Rezaj's eyes to skim over some of the contents to what mattered to him:
A half-smile steadily grew a crease into the troll's cheek well beyond the tusk. So, thought Ul-Rezaj, Eitheh Sanctuary be submittin' to de highest form o' service available in de Horde, o' someone jus' be tryin' to get back at someone... else. The crumbled parchment slipped threw his fingers and lackadaisically shifted back to the ground in its own steady pace.