A battered envelope lands in the central mailbox in Orgimmar, addressed to one “Farinho, Undead Rogue”. Inside is a piece of parchment, stained at the edges with Ashenvale dirt and rain marks. The handwriting is erratic, and in places the quill has broken the battered paper, as if penned in a high temper. It reads:
Your honour’s quite low,
Rogue Farinho
Ganking a poet
On the road
Tabbed out, composing
A song for a sister
At the Astranaar bridge
In the rain.
May your poisons brew wrong
So that your hands fall off
May your weapons rust
And crumble along.
Let Elune will it so
Because as ethics go,
Yours are quite low
Rogue Farinho!
~Peryl~