Grim Views

*A brown, fur package and a note are left at the Grim Headquarters.*

*Upon unwrapping the package, one would find a cobalt-metal snowglobe that is cold to the touch. Inside the snowglobe is the scene of a tundra and a Taunka village, where all the minature wigwams and Taunka figurines are intricately carved from ice with craftsman-like detail.*

*There is a key in the bottom of the snowglobe. Turning the key would play a slow music-box melody that was reminiscent of a Tauren tribal beat*

*The note attached to the package read as follows:*

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"This was my home: a village now forgotten by time due to countless wars. But, only the Horde has opened its arms to what remained of my people. Only the Horde had the strength to take action to begin with.

Thus, I lend my hammer to your cause, if you are willing.

Embrace the Cold,
Unq'o Froststrider. Brave of Icemist Vilage."

Ruuki sat at her desk, peering at the little snowglobe that sat atop it. She remembered Icemist Village, if only a little. They had passed it by on their way to Icecrown, a snowy reminder of the home she and many others had left behind in the name of duty. With everything that had happened, and so many battles since then, she'd scarce given it another thought. She couldn't think of any Taunka who had dared leave that little continent. She'd been so lost in her reverie that it took the dull explosion of one of Da'hiri's summoning attempts gone awry a few doors down to bring her back to the present. She scowled, grabbing pencil and paper to write a reply.

"Froststrider,

Bring yourself and your hammer and make yourself known at the gathering of the Inquisition this coming Monday at 7 by the Goblin clock. We meet at Echo Isles.

Do not be late.

-Inquisitor Ruuki the Reborn"