Grim Views

A crumpled, tattered shred of parchment was stuck to the door by the tip of an iron dagger left behind. The weapon itself was nothing impressive, likely having been left behind to keep the note it pinned from flying away in the wind.

The Grim,

I am Drek'tal. If what this mandate says is true, I can be of great use to your cause. Let us speak face to face. If all goes well, I will gladly spill blood for you.

*The bottom of the letter is stamped with a broad, dark crimson thumbprint. With the way it crumbled off the page upon being touched, one could safely presume it was left behind with blood.*

A letter, neat black writing on a white card, finds its way back to the sender.

Drek'tal,

Agreed. We should speak.

There is a cave in the Ruins of Alterac commonly known as Slaughter Hollow. Find me there tomorrow evening at the 6th bell.

~Magister Qabian Grimfire
High Inquisitor of the Grim

((If you can make it, Monday the 24th, 6pm server 9pm EST, Alterac, War Mode ON for phasing. If you can't, let me know, and we'll arrange another time.))

(( Good thing I got home early enough to catch this in time. I'll be there. ))