Hail to the Grim,
I am Osiceca Cloudhoof, once of Camp Taurajo and now a wanderer in a barren land. Tales of your might are whispered on the winds, seen in the ripples of the water, and may be heard in the crackling of my fire. I would join my strength with yours to wreak vengeance upon these pale-skinned humans and their "Alliance." Should you wish accept my offer, simply whisper "for Taurajo," and my messenger shall manifest and bear your reply to me.
Blood and Thunder,
Osiceca
An air elemental descends, carrying a scroll in its vortex..
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