* The orphan appears ill used, some bits missing and long traveled*
Grim,
I hope this note finds you well or else I have sent the wrong child for a messengers errand.
This note is to make official my advancement to Grim. The Blood Moon have been quiet of late and I find myself in the company of Grim more often than not. Let us prepare the way for a new age of war.
-Wenstell
*runes are scratched in to the bottom of the letter, once read the orphan begins to slowly turn black, wither, and ruin until he is a mass of black blood and sinew congealed on the ground*
Wenstell: A note pinned to the back of an orphan
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