Thar he blows! Masuabie's letter of Intent

[masuabie]

Masuabie sat at his desk in the Captain's quarters of his ship "The Fallen Slave." He swished around the remaining ale in his tankard.

Sitting in front of him was a piece of parchment that read in fancy script:

Dear The Grim-

Masuabie scratched his head and said to his Blood Parrot on his shoulder "Well, I believe I be deserving an ale break after all that work!" His Blood Parrot Squawked "Rawk! That's more work than you do in a week! Rawk!"

Hearing the insult from his Blood Parrot and the buzz he had going from the ale, he scoffed loudly and sat back down at the desk proclaiming "I be finishing this letter if it kills me!"

With all of his concentration and a fresh tankard of ale, he was able to finish the letter. He walked over to his Blood Parrot with a smug grin and said " 'ere mon, deliver this 'ere letter to The Grim. I showed ye earlier where dey be at."

Blood Parrot Squawked "Rawk! Good luck getting into your club! Rawk!"

With a scowl on his face, he shoos Blood Parrot saying "It not be a club! This be serious business! Just deliver it!"

The Blood Parrot flies off of the ship heading towards The Grim guild hall with the parchment in his beak. It reads:

Dear The Grim-

I, Masuabie the Huntmaster, wish to be working alongside ye as brothers in arms. We be facing a new world which be needing a drastic change. I know ye will be the ones to make the changes needed in order to create a better world. *The next sentence is illegible due to drips of dried ale* The strong be the ones to survive in this new world and I know ye be strong. Let me lend my strength in the fight ahead. Thar be a new Horde on the horizon, and I know The Grim will be leading it. I be a great sharpshooter and me wolf, Zeus, loves ta gnaw on Alliance bones. I also make a great brew!

Thar should be a parrot with this letter. 'e can take a letter back for ye if ye wish. Otherwise, tell him to go or he will sit on yer window forever.

-May yer treasure always glisten,

Huntmaster Masuabie

[Neevah]

Ruuki stared blearily at the parrot that had woken her from where she'd fallen asleep at her desk, pouring over an old scroll borrowed from the Archives. The parrot was only staring back at her, the letter no longer in its beak and instead on the desk before her. It didn't seem to blink, and she wasn't sure if that was what felt so unsettling about the creature. She opened and read the contents of the letter twice to make sure she didn't miss any details, then set about writing a reply.

"Masuabie,

Your words speak truth, and it is refreshing to hear that more are beginning to see the future that lies before us. There will never be a shortage of Alliance, nor of enemies that threaten the stability of the Horde, and we are always open to accepting new blades in our ranks.

Show yourself tonight at Gallywix's Pleasure Palace in Azshara between 7 and 9 by the Goblin clock to make yourself known to the Inquisition. We will see what the Mandate will make of you.

-Inquisitor Ruuki the Reborn"

She folded the letter and sealed it before handing it back to the still staring bird.

"Take this to your master."

She couldn't help the sense of relief she felt once the bird had departed from the window. Creepy things with beady little eyes that never seemed to blink... she shook off the shudder she felt and went to replace the borrowed scroll in the Archives.

[Aderlee]

Aderlee was strolling around the side of the garrison as he saw the parrot fly out the window, right into his path.

"Oh, 'ello dere." Aderlee paused and squinted his eyes, something was familiar about that parrot. Yup, definitely had to be Masuabie's. At the sound of Aderlee's voice, the parrot immediately veered from its intended path and came to a rest on Aderlee's shoulder. The parrot and Aderlee both bobbed their heads in an eerily synchronized fashion. Aderlee dipped his hand in his front pouch, and offered a cube of dried meat to the parrot. The parrot dropped the letter into Aderlee's hand and took the cube of meat in his beak.

Aderlee turned the letter over to see Ruuki's seal on it. "Ooooooo takin' mail back tah de 'untmastah? Tell 'im tah bring me some of dat famous 'ol spiced, eh? Hehe."

As Aderlee handed the sealed letter back to the parrot, it squawked once before taking off, "Rawk! He already drank it all! Rawk!"