Grim Views

Caldwenst sits down by a fire, dips his finger in an inkwell and scratches words onto a piece of parchment

I'm not one for writing letters, it takes time and patience and I don't like wasting either. However I recently returned from a worthwhile venture in Suramar. There I met a man, a hunter by the name of Alanstreu. The little brat killed the deer that was supposed to be my lunch. But we had a chat and I told him about The Grim. He was interested. I'd like to take him under my wing.


Thanks boss,
Crow