She opens her mouth and a small scrap of parchment falls out. You kneel down to pick it up and begin to read its contents.
"If you're reading this letter now, then my pet has found her way. I've sent this letter to you to inform you of my... services. I am little more than a simple weapon of the Darkspear tribe looking for work. I am what you call, a mercenary, and I would personally say that I excel at my profession. My latest contractor met an ill fate, and I think the people of The Grim could use my talents." The wolf nudges at a small bag strapped to her side. "Well, at the moment I'm not writing this in the best of conditions, and must be off. I will contact you further in the future." The wolf wimpers and spins slowly trying to get to the contents of the bag. "Oh.. and one note, Mizze has made a long trip to deliver this message, if you could, I stored some treats for her in the bag attached to her side, give her a few and she will be on her way back." The wolf howls excitedly as you reach into the bag and pull out a few dried meats.
A large grey wolf appears, her blue eyes looking up into yours.
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