Grim Views

* As you open the letter found stuck into the door. You notice the paper it is written on, is not paper at all. It feels like leather, a hide of an animal. Closer inspection as you roll it open, It is skin, the skin of a Night elf. As it opens tiny bits of bone, like a fine dust fall from it.*



        Me be Yavapai, and me bones have sent me in search of those that are Grim. The bones have shown me Ta way Mon, and me will be A squat'n Ta a time to meet is arranged.

*Plucking a fresh quill from the ornate runed cylinder, a slender elven hand dips it into a small vial. With a flare in her script, and nostrils, the message flows as if by some dark magic. The ink runs crimson, the odor of death lingering in it's trail.*

They tell me you believe you can be Grim.

*A small sneer runs up the right corner of her delicate mouth*

Contact me within 5 moons so we can discuss what you must do to prove it.

*The signature is penned, a shadowy glow eminating from each letter*

Eclypse
Inquisitor