Squark looked across the way of his stoop in Ogrimmar with many thought in his mind. His mind usually raced, more then most, but today was especially different. He was not thinking of himself, or what he could gain today. He was thinking about others.
In the last month or so Squark had come across a seemingly misguided blood elf by the name of Bryii. Bryii defiantly had some issues, mostly stemming from the loss of her husband. Time after time Squark witnessed her, deep in some sort of hangover or depression. Each time they conversed she beamed, smiling and laughing, hopeful for the future.
She often spoke about how she believed her efforts to gain respect in the Grim had gone unnoticed. Her inquisitor practically ignored her, others in leadership rarely offered any form of acknowledgment. She did mention a few names that seemed to be in good friendship with her but those names were few and far between.
In the coming days Squark had placed it upon himself to see to it this so called "Blood Angel" would get promoted. Regardless of anything that may happen to him from it. He girl needed something to hope for, some reason to go on. Perhaps the Grim was the answer.
He would use the strategies he knew best. Subtlety, string pulling, bribery, and bullying. First off he would try to cut some deals. He spoke to Leyujin about the matter. Squark was under the impression that minions could be traded around like a rare coin collection. Apparently, he was wrong. Leyujin informed him that even if that had been true, he was still not an Inquisitor, and could not fit the roll Bryii needed to gain her promotion.
Squark needed to meddle elsewhere but lucky for him, he still had a back up plan.