Grim Views

The folded letter is penned with bold, dark print and can easily be deciphered by the casual reader of the Orcish tongue. It is obvious that whoever wrote it took great care to ensure that it's message would be understood.

To The Grim:

You don't know me, and that's okay. In fact, that's more than okay. Seeing as how I'm wanting to be the greatest thief in all of Azeroth, it wouldn't do if everyone knew my name! Though whether I'm unknown because of my skill (Which is considerable) or for other reasons, I'll leave to your imagination!

That being said, my name's Kogrona. I'm an Orcish master of subtlety, combat, and intrigue. (Still working on the subtlety part), and I hope that my talents could prove useful to your organization. Ever since I first heard of the great things that The Grim has accomplished, I knew I wanted to be a part of it. To be a part of history. And to improve myself by learning from others who may be far more talented than me. Well, maybe not far more talented, but....

An ink blot is laying in the middle of the sentence, rendering the rest of the passage illegible.
The final passage can just be deciphered.

I hope you will have me. There's much I can learn, and much I can offer.

Sincerely,
Kogrona Gron.


The letter ends here. However, if one turns over the page, there is a small message, almost illegible in a hasty, messy scrawl.

This is ridiculous! Write the damn letters yourself!

Another letter has arrived. This one looks to be penned by the same hand that wrote the last, taking the same care to be neat, clean, and legible.

To the Grim,

I know you haven't heard from me in a while, and I'm so sorry about that. It was a crazy mix-up involving two Goblins, the biggest rocket this side of Azeroth, loads of unstable and highly flammable fuel, and complimentary in-flight booze. They were right to call it an "Offer you can't refuse!" I don't know how anyone could say no to that! It was SUPPOSED to be a shortcut back to Horde territory (I was just about finished with my masterpiece of a report to send in to the higher-ups!), but it didn't turn out so well. There were explosions, failed parachutes, a Dwarven air patrol (Which was a good thing, due to previously mentioned failed parachutes), and a whole lot of blood. And I mean a lot of blood. And when I say I mean a lot of blood, I mean....

There's an ink blot here, as well as several thin scratches across whatever was written here, rendering it illegible.

Long story short, I sorta kinda landed myself in a crevice somewhere in the mountains surrounding the Blasted Lands. The gryphon wasn't so lucky. My leg was broken, and most of my gear was lost during the flight. Or the explosion. I won't bore you with the details of how I cleverly managed to survive all those months on my own without any outside assistance. Or of the other adventures I had in attempting to return to civilization. And I certainly won't bother you with how I hunted down each and every Alliance thief that had collected my lost gear and butchered 'em! (If ya wanna know, ask me later!) I'm just here to say that I'm back, reporting for duty!

And I'm very, very, very, very sorry for disappearing like that. It won't happen again! I want to return to the ranks! I was so happy with all of you, and I don't want to lose that. And I still think I can contribute and learn so much from you! The Grim is the closest thing I've had to a family in a long time, and...

A second ink blot renders this passage illegible.

I await your decision, and I hope you'll have me back. Oh, and I hope you don't still expect that report. It sort of exploded. Nothing but ashes now. But don't worry! I'll make another one!

The letter ends here. As with the first letter, there is a small note inscribed on the back of the parchment, almost illegible due to it's small size.

This had better be the last one. I'm not paid enough to deal with this nonsense.

Kogrona!

You are welcome to walk among us again. Seek me out when you can.

Syreena