It had been a week since I had given my Inquisitor Ryanica the items to make my Grim tabard; she had introduced me to The Mandate, which I thought made me at home in The Grim with my recent loss so I was eager to find out what task she would give me to next prove myself.
Kill Draenei shaman, a male and female.
Goats, from the stars, pretending they knew about the elements of this earth-disgusting. They should be food and tents. I eagerly agreed to the task, and set about keeping a keen eye out for these 'shaman'.
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At the Darkmoon Faire a cry was heard-'THE DARKMOON RABBIT IS HERE! LET'S GET IT BEFORE ALLIANCE DOES!' Music to my ears, much better than the pting pting of the silly little tonk shooting. Preparing to kill a little bunny with a bad reputation, I rounded the corner onto the cave's beach to find that corpses and skeletons littered the scene. Alliance and Horde were just a large mass surging in and out of the cave with only a tiny flash of red to prove that the next victim had been taken. I jumped into the fray too quickly as I always do, only to find the tiny but very bloody rabbit fly directly at my throat, and the world went black.
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Coming to in the graveyard, carnies standing around laughing at everyone regaining consciousness there, I realized that the bunny might be a bit more problematic than I thought. As I was running back to the cave preparing to fight a two-sided fight against equally-deadly opponents I ran into someone and fell over, stunned. I shook the fog off my head and looked up to see a male Draenei. One quick glance at his gear as well as his weapons and aura told me he was not only a shaman, but was enhanced for combat as I was. I licked my lips-excellent.
Combat lasted less than a minute as fire and blades were thrown back and forth, ghost wolves rabidly snapping at each other and their opposing masters. I finally landed a blow to his backside with the flat of my armblade that apparently sent his cowardly butt running off into the island woods. I looked around trying to find him, but only heard my fire lap at him and his death-howl of pain. Fire hurts like a bitch.
Rummaging around the dark, dank forest to find evidence of his death, I suddenly heard behind me a honking-snorting-thing noise. I turned to see the pitiful goat run from me towards sure death at the hands of the Demon Rabbit. Grinning at his flight, I looked a bit further in the bushes to find the charred stub of his tail. This should make a decent trophy! I sat back and pondered how to find a girl-goat...I guess hay is out of the question.

**Pinned to the bottom of the note is the end of a distinctly blue tail tip, almost perfectly charred about a foot away from where its body would have been.**