Beside the door a scroll rests in the jaws of a worgen skull

[Knithawk]

Greetings Grim,

I see we have a similar thirst for Alliance blood. Fighting beside The Grim seems to help quench my thirst for the blood and flesh of those flying under the lion banner. I love nothing better than devouring a freshly slain humanoid corpse under a pitch black midnight sky. I've found that my frost magic is used best alongside other bloodthirsty soldiers. I will be traveling that way soon to offer my services. Together I believe we will achieve great things.

(A scribbled signature in what appears to be blood)

[Greebo]

*You wake to the dawn chorus of birds, uneasily alerted to something strange. You remember closing the storm shutters and heavy drapes only a few hours ago, bloodied armour tossed to one side, to avoid exactly such an untimely rousing. Peering around you see the grotesque figure of an imp dancing on the end of your bed, arms flapping, squaking. "Fill in the form, fill in the form!" it screeches at you and then disappears in a puff of foul-smelling smoke.*