Grim Views

A wrinkled envelope addressed to the Grim in very unpracticed hand writing makes it's way in with the rest of the mail. The ink seems to have been diluted in fel blood that sears the paper around the lettering as well as whatever was placed on top of it. While crispy the fel ink is readable over the charred paper.

With the Legion gone I am at a loss for work. I have an urge to keep ripping things apart and can't seem to scratch that itch. Maybe the Alliance will sate it. Point me at things to kill.

Qabian can vouch for me.

- Feyde

Qabian raised an eyebrow when he read the note. "I can, can I?" he said to himself. He set the letter aside and went back to his other work.