A beaten, Tortured messsenger approaches.

[devalin]

Dear sirs.

Devalin, the humblest of Paladins sends words. The half starved messenger says with fear in his eyes.
He wishes to speak to The Grim. He has heard of your ways and thinks a common bond is shared between
what The Grim stand for and what he stands for.
*Messenger lets out a sickly cough*

I'll be on my way good Horde, slay well.
*Messenger trembles as he walks back into the direction in which he came*