Carl here, spoke with a few of your men about joining up. I'm ready to kick ass Carl style for the Watch as soon as you're ready.

The letter gathers dust on Azzam's desk and is never read. Timmons eventually stops by to pick it up.

Stop on over, we'll get you suited up.

-Sgt. Timmons.

Carl reads the letter and rubs his fat, greasy hands together and laughs maniacally. He then rolls back over to his one legged half-orc whore.