A Hide Envelope Sealed with Blood Red Wax

[Ghazra]

Within the thin hide envelope there is a piece of stained parchment. Thick, deliberate marks make up the lettering on the parchment, penned in dark purple ink.

Lords of The Grim,

You will not have heard of me, for I have stayed in the shadows for long.
I am Ghazra, and I have heard of your endeavours. I have seen the threats
that face the Horde, and I wish to stop them. To this end, I am requesting
admission into your ranks. Perhaps there, I can finally do some good for
the Horde.
Before you throw this note away, I will ensure you that I am well versed in
the magical arts, and I can lend my power to any endeavour you deem in
need of it. I would pledge myself to your cause and bring all my might to bear
upon the enemies of the Horde and The Grim.
Please, allow me to fight by your side, for the Horde.

Ghazra, formerly of Shadowmoon.

A Fel Rune is scribed at the bottom of the page, detailing where to send any replies.

[Khorvis]

Khorvis glared at the missive furiously from beside the High Inquisitor's desk. When Syreena set down the parchment, he barked his temper.

"More bloody felmancers?! Our banner draws them like locusts to a ripe field!"

[Syreenna]

Syreena grinned at Khorvis, knowing well his dislike for warlocks.

"Well, it says 'formerly of Shadowmoon' so at least it doesn't sound like it's an elf."

She had a copy of the Office Hours notice sent to where the letter instructed.