Grim Views

*A small package was sent to the guild hall. It wasn't addressed to any one person in particular. Rather, it was sent to the care of The Grim. Inside was a note, and a small bundle wrapped in silk cloth. Within the cloth were several sharp teeth, troll in nature.*

To The Grim-

Recently I received these items in the mail with a note that Nyali is dead. Despite my falling out with the guild and my past history with most of you, I was sickened to discover this. Although her attacks on me lately had been relentless, she is someone that I once considered a good friend, and that isn't something I'll forget. You had a strong and loyal member in Nyali. She was unflinching in her dedication to the Mandate and unwavering in her ability to focus on what she believed in. She had the strength to fight for what she believed in, and never veered from her path. This is what she died for.

I had no knowledge of her death until after the fact. This is not something I asked for, and it isn't something I condone. I mourn her passing.

I don't know where her body is. I don't know where or exactly how she died- I don't even know if the rest of you realize what happened to her, yet. These tokens were sent to me as proof of her death. I cleaned them of blood and wrapped them in silk with the intention of giving her a proper burial. But since I'm not allowed to enter Horde territory at the moment, I was at a loss as to where to lay her to rest.

In war, the bodies of the fallen are sometimes sent home to their families for burial. This is all that I had of Nyali. I can't bury her in horde territory and I refuse to bury her in Alliance soil. So I'm returning her home, to you. That's what she deserves.

-Nika Davies

Ashenfury reads the note impassively and pulls a single coin from the package. He brushes his fingers slowly across the coin staring directly at it without seeing it. Any scent or hint had been washed clean from the golden surface.

A copy of Nika's letter dangles from Leyu'jin's fingers as he sits atop a watchtower in his home village. A courier in the employ of the Grim had brought it to him just today. It was shocking that just weeks ago, he'd been fighting by the druidess's side, and now she was dead. The lack of knowledge surrounding the event was maddening. The troll warrior tightened his fist, crumpling the paper slightly, then descended the watchtower. Catching the courier, he instructed him to return with any new information regarding Nyali's death.