Qarosimae sat atop the cliffs of Orgrimmar beside the waterfall that coursed into the Valley of Honor, feet dangling into open space. The roar of the waterfall provided her with sufficient white noise to drown out the hustle and bustle of the city beneath her as she gathered her thoughts. It had been years since she had met Inzema and since then, he had been an integral, if occasionally irritating, part of her life. It was his doing that had kept her from dying on numerous occasions, his doing that had brought her here. His doing that she had joined the Grim. She blinked, realizing that it was entirely likely the Grim did not yet know. She pushed off the cliff, floating down to the ground softly and made her way through Orgrimmar to the Drag, where she disappeared into a teleportation spell.
Qarosimae reappeared in the Grim guildhall. She posted a handwritten note on the board. "Inzema presumed dead." She left the way she came, to deliver the message to someone else as well.
It's all fun and games.
Re: It's all fun and games.
"Perfection is my goal. Stand in my way if you dare."