Grim Views

A lonely Geist wonders into the Grim Hall with a letter nailed to his head. It looks around a bit nervous and confused and yells. "H... Hello!? I...'m here to bring... A message! Yes, that's it. A message, from masters Prefectico and Perfectica!" He now looks delighted with pride for remembering. He scrambles on all fours to the nearest Grim, looking clearly submissive as he looks up and points to the letter on his head reading...

"To The Grim it may concern,

We are the Selflove twins, Perfectico, and Perfectica. We are slavers by trade, and heard of your organization threw a goblin acquaintance. We've met one that bared your tabard, sending us to this location for contact. Brishen, I believe his name was...

Too the point, we've run into some troubles with the "morals" of the Alliance, and they're stand on ending our business. We also understand you have a decree to obtain "Peace threw annihilation". This sits well with us, and we'd like to offer our assistance.

If you have room for two more allies in your organization please reply by attaching a letter to the slave in front of you. He has been instructed to return any reply to us. We look forward to being assistance. Thank you for your time.

-Prefectico and Perfectica Selflove."

The Geist having forgotten his environment is eating worms infesting his body until he feels eyes upon him once again. He stops to look back with eyes of terror and anticipation.

The little rogue stares at the nervous geist for a moment before yanking the letter off its head. She reads it over with a scowl.

"Perfectico and Perfectica Selflove? What silly names," she mutters to herself. "They must be blood elves."

Annoyed, she shoves the letter into a pocket for now, deciding the "perfect" twins can wait a bit.

((Waiting on response from Perfectica in OOC application.))

A ghoul runs into the room quickly clubbing the unsuspecting geist over the top of his head with both fists, knocking it to the ground. He continues to pummel in a mindless sort of rage, as if he's letting out years of tortured emotions. As he runs out of blows from his fists he begins to gnaw at the neck of the geist until it's head falls from it's shoulders. "Excuse my intrusion" he says. "This one has failed to return to our masters quickly enough. I'll be taking your response to them" he explains with a bow.

Syreena just stares at the ghoul as it destroys the geist. When it is finished, she speaks loudly enough for any other nearby Grims to hear.

"Tell the 'perfects' I'll meet with them Monday evening at 8:30 in the Wyvern's Tail. And take that with you," she orders, waving a hand at the mutilated geist.

The ghoul bows grabbing all the chunks it can and wipes up the little blood from where the Geist lay dead again. "Thank you... Thank you!" He chants as he backs out with the mess, not realizing he leaving a trail. "I will tell them promptly"! The ghoul steps outside dropping everything but the head and begins to run off.

"Hey, wait! Tell them Sunday night instead. Still 8:30 at the Wyvern's Tail."