A goblin hunter walks into Orgrimmar; although his stature suggests he is small, his swagger suggests he is ten feet tall. Balancing his crossbow on one shoulder while lighting his well-crafted pipe with another, he even winks at a passerby for good measure.
He keeps his past in secret, for history has a way of swaying opinions. He places a small scroll in the hands of an envoy of those he wishes to join.
"Grim,
I seek the serenity of peace, but can not avoid my thirst for violence. The alliance care not for ones' choice in profession nor his stance on the war between our two people. Long have I stood aside and dabbles in my own endeavors, watching my brethren pay the price for not involving myself in this conflict, but that time is over.
My gun, my life, is yours
-Binzo BozzelCog"
The goblin walked away the same way he approached, hoping soon he would join his brethren in the coming war.
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