Grim Views

It had been a loooong time since Bloodaxe had been warm. Nearly five years in fact. Five years sent he went into the North, got buried by an avalanche and been frozen like a little Orc popsicle for five years. He supposed he should have thanked the Human mining party that had found them instead of killing but he'd been so hungry...

He stomped into the Guild Hall, glancing around to see who was still around, if anyone would recognize him at all. He'd been fairly new to the The Grim before he vanished and was unsure just where that left him now, hopefully somewhere above dirt.

"Bloodaxe back from da North!" He grumbled loudly as he closed the door behind him, beating his hands about his shoulders in an effort to beat off the cold that still seemed to be down into his bones.

Ruuki came out of the Office of the Inquisition at the loud bellowing coming from the Orc at their door. She crossed her arms, studying him with a critical eye.

"You return, do you? Hmph. Your name is unfamiliar to me, and I do not recall seeing it very often, if at all, in the archives. We meet at the Forsaken Foothold in Stormheim, at 8 by the Goblin clock tomorrow evening. Present yourself to the Inquisition, and we will decide your fate." With that the Sunwalker turned to head back into the Office to continue whatever she had been working on previous.

((Disregard...))

((Inquisition are usually 8pm central on Mondays. It's more of a Guild meeting than an individual interview. You would have to get with Ruuki, Lilliana or Kiannis if that day/time doesn't work for you.))