A Message of Interest. Action Taken.

[Abric]

Since the opening of the Dark Portal, the Gallow’s End had found its occupants to be fewer and fewer. While the details of this mattered little to Abric, its unforeseen result of peace and quiet was a boon he found pleasing.

Sitting at one of the many tables within the common room, he was going through the correspondence his spies and goblin mercenaries collected for him, detailing the more public details of the movements of the Horde and Alliance. From a stack on the left, he would take one of the pieces of parchment to briefly scan for importance. If unnecessary, it was placed to his right. If useful, it would be folded neatly and held to the candle on the table.

Those of particular interest, he would call for the Innkeeper, Renee, to bring him blank parchment and ink. While she would grudgingly comply, Abric would write something and set it aside to dry before folding the original letter and setting it on fire.

For hours, he would do this. Taking the time in the quieter afternoon, Abric would keep informed of most of what his ‘allies’ and enemies were gloating or talking about to the wrong individuals.

This day, something most particular took his attention. Written on a small piece of dried lamb’s skin, it was a message from a shaman that dwelled in the Throne of the Elements.

The pink-skins grow in number. The ancestors are in danger.

“Interesting. Renee, I require another blank parchment.â€