Grim Views

*A letter arrives, neatly folded and wax-sealed. Upon opening, you find the letter penned in cursive.*

I will not bore you with too many details of my past; most are inconsequential. I have never known peace. Above all else I loathe in this world I despise myself the most. I am but a shell of my former self. Once I called myself Zynthial the Morningblade. The one known as Arthas has taken everything from me. Through his will, I have damned everyone and everything I have ever loved. Even his death could not satiate my hunger for revenge.

I seek solace within your company. You seek the destruction of the Alliance. It was through their duplicity that I came to be in service of the Lich King. My blade continually hungers for their blood. I will not rest until they are destroyed, until the last line of their royal progeny is laid low. Then, and only then, will I have peace.

"Peace through Annihilation"
-Zynthial of the Nightfall

Syreena absently scratched Ber's head as she read the letter.

"This letter is more interesting than most we've been getting lately," she muttered to the little worg, who whined softly when she stopped petting him.

She left the letter where the High Inquisitor might find it.