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[Neevah]

*The parchment is a little worn, like it has been rolled, crumpled and then spread out again to be written on. The ink is still a bit fresh, and smeared in a few places, though ink isn’t typically that red…*

I have heard the stories of your guild’s triumphs, the whispered tales of the ruthlessness and determination you have shown in your quest to eliminate the enemy. I have seen your battlefields, blood flowing from the corpses of your fallen foes so thick that it seems the sun has grieved for the lost. I have seen not just my kind but all of the Horde suffer in this endless war, and the world has tipped out of balance.

Balance must be restored, and I must carry on my father's work. The only true chance for peace is through annihilation of the enemy, no matter the means.

Your goals and my own seem to be aligned, and so I gladly offer my blade and my strength to your cause.

-Philomena Strongsoul