A felhound bounds into the guild halls ...

[Gavril]

* A felhound bounds into the halls, glancing around and sniffing the air. It meanders up to the cold hearth, curling up on the stone floor, a vellum scroll lashed to its front forelimb, waiting for a guild member to come receive it. *

The scroll reads …

Grim!

It has been far too long, and the world is much changed. After many years of absence, Duranor located my rotting corpse atop a peak deep in Outland, and managed to revive me through his Alchemy (a debt repaid, perhaps?).

I wish to once again lend my strength to the Mandate. I will be gathering my strength in Northrend, awaiting your reply.

Gavril Nikolaev

[Neevah]

Ruuki found the felhound in the same curled up position, napping in front of the unlit hearth. She took note of the scroll, and scowled, kneeling down next to the beast to retrieve it. With a steady hand she untied it and pulled it free, her other hand ready to pin the creature down if it dared to bare its fangs at her. She stood up as she read the scroll, walking away to the Office of the Inquisition.

Several minutes later she returned, tying a return note to the felhound before chasing it out of the halls.

"Gavril,

If you wish to return to the service of the Mandate, seek either myself, Kiannis or Lilliana out in the coming days. We will make the determination if you will rejoin the Grim.

-Ruuki the Reborn
High Inquisitor of the Grim"

[Gavril]

On the sloping, snowy hills of the Dragonblight tundra, Gavril is standing over a charred Nerubian husk when Rhuunom, the felhound, lopes up to him, emitting low, rumbling growls.

"Aah, there you are." He kneels down to the felhound, tossing him a handful of rotted meat before taking the scroll and dismissing the demon with a wave of his hand.

"Ruuki... Kiannis... Lilliana..." Gavril mumbles to himself. "It has indeed been a long time, then."

He stands back up and attunes his hearthstone, waiting for the telltale vibrations so as to make contact.