Masuabie's companion, Blood Parrot, flies off of the Fallen Slave heading towards The Grim guild hall with a piece of parchment attached to a small wet sack in his beak addressed "Lass Ruuki." The piece of parchment has the Huntmaster's seal sloppily stamped on it and it smells of whiskey (expensive whiskey). The sack attached smells of fish.
Dear Ruuki and The Grim-
I 'eard ye be 'ungry for the biggest fish in all of Azeroth. Well, I be supplying. "ow ye say? I 'ave tracked down and slayed the Whale Shark causing mayhem in Vashj'ir. 'e was a mighty one, that 'e was. But, I know the ocean just as well as 'e does and used to to become his demise. I cut out what I could and took it to a local chef out thar in Vashj'ir. We be eating good for years to come lass!
But, ye still be 'ungry? 'ow is that possible? Well, worry not lass! I tracked down the Savage Whale Shark causing 'avoc in Tanaan. Me ship, The Fallen Slave, still be docked 'owever from the damages it took in Vashj'ir. Without me ship and crew, I was 'aving a hard time stopping the beast. I cleaned out me Hearthstone of the ale I be storing in it and made a call. Luckily, Cayli, Khorvis, Kiannis, and Scyphe came to be me crew for the day. I tell ye lass, I never saw a harder working bunch then these landlubbers. They could be part of me crew any day! With me new crew at hand, we took to the docks I had trapped the Savage Whale Shark at and began the attack. It was a tale to tell yer youngings. Thar was catchy puns and heroic bouts. After what be feeling like a lifetime, the beast let out one last roar before falling to it's doom. I 'ave taken what I could from 'er and also will be taking it to a chef.
I have attached a sample of 'er fine meat to this letter. I 'ope it be as tasty as it looks!
Ruuki tried her hardest to pay the bird no mind as she read the letter, nodding a little to herself.
"Bah, it's about time that drunkard pirate completed his trial. I won't have to string him up by his toes... yet."
She sat down at her desk, the smelly bag near the door so she could bring it to the chefs later. First, she needed to send him a reply. She penned a hasty note, folding it up and placing the Seal of the Mandate upon it before holding it out to the bird that had been eerily staring at her the entire time. She growled, determined not to look at it.
"Take it you damned ball of feathers, and go back to your master."
Once the bird was gone, she hauled the bag of whale meat to the kitchens where it could be cooked in whatever way that made it edible.
"Masuabie,
I'd begun to think you'd been drowned by the Legion invasion. Your first trial is complete. Report in to the Inquisition tonight at 7 for your next trial assignment.
