Illithiriel "Saelyth" Que'tinasi

[Elanderik]

A Sin'dorei Ranger sat alone in a private room of another non-descript inn while a large wolf slumbered beside her feet at the table. In the candle light, she watched the glow cascade over her bare, tattooed arms. Various tools were strewn upon the table beside her rifle while solvents and oils stained her fingers. The maintenance of her weapon had long been routine, repeated again and again to the point that she could have done it blindfolded or in the pitch of night. Her pale green eyes looked forward, but it wasn't her chores she was thinking of.

Reaching forth, the elf plucked a small brush from her workspace and procured a set of paints. Her brother had already joined into the ranks of The Grim, as did Xaraphyne. She'd never been one to have many friends with the way she was always so focused on her work and the tasks assigned to her, so to know that Lilliana was one there, too, left her as if she were on the outside looking in. Perhaps, at the least, she could find a way to be closer to their company, and give herself a new purpose to fight for.

And so she wrote in a flowing penmanship...

To those of The Grim,

My name is Illithiriel Que'tinasi, younger sister to Elanderik, and I wish to bring my talents and services to The Grim. I am resourceful and tenacious, a dangerous foe to my enemies, and I am prepared to prove and pledge myself for your organization.

Please allow me to meet with a representative of The Grim, and I will gladly address any questions they have of me. I presently go by the alias "Saelyth," should you wish to contact me.

Regards,

Illithiriel "Saelyth" Que'tinasi
Ranger of Silvermoon

[Syreenna]

Syreena assumed the note was written by another blood elf as soon as she caught a glance of the penmanship. However, just as soon as she started wondering why so very many blood elves were coming to The Grim lately, she saw Elanderik's name in the first line.

That elf confused her her stubborn belief that all elves were prissy and snobby and annoying and generally not worth knowing. And this was his little sister. The little rogue found herself wondering if Elek's calm, quiet confidence was unique to him or if it ran in the family.

She read the note a couple more times, and then wrote a message in reply.

Illithiriel,

I would like to speak to you. Find me.

Peace through annihilation.

Syreena Shadowblade
High Inquisitor of The Grim