The envelope was battered and dirty, clearly having already been used for some prior message. The new address was marked for The Grim. The small parchment concealed inside written in Orcish read as follows.
It wasn't hard to follow your small group a little more than a week ago now, when you hit soft ground you didn't spread out very well making it much easier to track where you were headed. I knew you would cross the northwestern bridge a better Orc then I was told me never cross a natural ford or Orcish bridge when on patrol. Despite the small mistakes made I was intrigued by your efforts and success in battle against the weak alliance shortly after your arrived at the bridge. This is why I write this now, I seek to speak with your leader to discuss proving myself to be among your ranks. I am Pulloo of the Whiteclaw clan forced extinct years ago destroyed by the blood that took over our people. I seek to destroy the alliance who taint this land we have claimed and destroy any enemy's that stand before the Horde.
An evelope marked "The Grim"
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