The words are simple and roundly lettered, meticulously inked on a piece of heavy parchment with a single central fold.
Grim,
I hear tales. I want more than tales.
I have fire. It is all that is left to me. I can use fire many ways. If the tales are true, I give you my fire. I trade my fire for Grim power.
I hear blades, blood, death. I want the firestorm. I want the ashes.
I am small yet but much promise. I give self to Grim for making useful.
Give me words. Yes or no. I will kneel. Then I will be weapon.
Soon,
Kumai
The signature is scratched and angular.
To Grim, See Me
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