Grim Views

This letter arrived in the beak of a mechanical chicken... an animal that prompted exploded in a harmless flurry of bolts and gears once its mission was complete


"To whom it may concern,

I guess I should start this by expressing gratitude to those who busted me out of that filthy cell when y'all trampled through Ogrimmar. So that guy Garrosh turned out being a problem fellow eh? I never met him myself---- but I guess they were wrong to put me here, right? I ain't totally innocent, but c'mon, not everyone looks as good as I do with the bling.

Anyway, I kind of lost my investments after all this time in that hole for a few, um, yeah I'm a bit homeless. That big lady Ruuki though, she told me that y'all needed some fine blades to fight for the better side of the Horde. I may be a new kid on the streets, but I got talents and potential I'm sure you'd find beneficial and profitable if you give me a chance.

Just contact me to arrange a meeting and I'll be there!

Bothrops

PS: watch out, the chicken's rigged"

The sound of the small explosion going off caught Ruuki's attention, and she left the notice board to take a peek. The letter had been knocked around and left on the ground, so she picked it up, intending to at least make sure it went to the correct officer. After a quick glance at the contents, she was a bit surprised.

"So, that annoying little pickpocket actually took my lecture to heart..." She shook her head with an amused smile, and went to leave the letter on Syreena's desk, with a note of her own.

High Inquisitor,

I just thought I should mention that I caught him trying to help himself to my bags. He was starved and rather roughed up, so I fed him and I may have gone off on a bit of a tirade about Horde hurting Horde and how he should be above that while he stuffed his face. So I'm guessing he wants to make himself useful now.

I figured I should explain. The Mandate should work wonders on him.

-Ruuki

A letter is returned via an even more explosive and harmless mechanical yeti. It is penned with incarnadine ink and a blocky script.

Bothrops,

You will show your face before the Inquisition. It does hold its hours under the setting of An'she, this night between the gravestones of Brill. Seek out the Mandate and find purpose outside of your shackles.

The Lasher

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