On the tanned hide of some unknown beast is scribed a message in a bold and steady print, letters of rusty red, the blood of the same slaughtered beast. While intimidating to look at, the contents of the letter are not at all terrible as seems to be the general case with bloody messages written on the flesh of dead creatures. No, instead it seems to just be whatever supplies the author of this note had available.
Reev.
Many rides since we have met in arm and armor. I have been away from this dank pit of cowardice and false-freedom for not quite long enough. The very least I may say in its favor, is that it is preferable over drifting through the tides of the Dark Lake, as feed for the pyrimo.
I have seen what you have done to the Arena, and approve. It is more than I might have achieved, had I withheld your key and your right to the place out of that feeble spite.
Last we met, if I recall, you caught me, having fled from battle that was certain doom. With Tempus's blessings I returned to it. We did not meet afterward, and I do not think you ever learned of what took place. As I returned to the foul place, I found much what I expected, and had driven me in fear from that place. The entire assembled group had been slain by a singularly fierce foe. It was there that I dispatched it, aided by the only survivor. By account, the skald of the party in mis-aim, spelled disaster for the entire band of warriors with a single spell that left them inept. Had I been present for the spell, I would have been amongst them on the floor.
At any rate, it was not my purpose in narrative to justify my flight, only to inform you of what came of your lord's blessings. They were not ill-spent.
I write for other reasons as well. It is because I seek glory. To be immortalized in stories. To my regret, however, I do not possess of and within myself, solely, the ability to accomplish the great deeds such status requires. So I seek others. The greatest warriors Dunwarren has to offer. I know you to be one, and for your school of war, suspect you may bring me into contact of others of this ilk. It is my hope in joining arms, the more would accomplish the greater, and bring fame to each of us.
Manhunter Straik, Quickfury of Clan Cave Worm