Grim Views

A rather large basket sits in front of an old oak door adorned with obnoxiously bright ribbons in different shades of pinks and purples are woven into and around the handle. Many different colored elixirs and gems sit inside the basket covered with far too much glitter and the scent of a spring bouquet sits inside the basket, the daisies wilting from the lack of water and the magenta lilies beginning to wither along with them. There, in blue pastel glory and far too much perfume sits a letter in delicate calligraphy. The familiar handwriting reads, "My beloved Grim" in black ink. The contents of the pink paper inside are as follows:
"I'm not quite sure which of you is reading this, but Thor and I return from our adventures and wanted to come home if you'll have us. We bring a dear friend of our's we met up with on our journey if you'll have him too. Please accept my basket of treats as gifts to you all...I highly recommend not eating the cake you'll find in shambles at the bottom. I'm not sure if that was the good one or the one I poisoned. They got mixed up! I eagerly await your decision. I have missed you all so much. Well, as much as an elf could miss the undead.
Yours Truly,

The Lady Sifjar "Sif" Sunbringer