[Valkors' Office]
Valkors looks up from his desk, peering around as he notices the odd-eyed little green creature approaching his desk. "You there, little green man. What do you want of me?" asked the Director as he leaned over his desk to see the little creature. Even though the goblin looked exhausted however he managed to sputter out "The Pirates... The Pirates of Kalimdor are disbanding!" With that mere sentence Valkors practically fell backwards over his chair with astonishment.
"THEY WHAT?!" exclaimed the undead with disbelief. "How? Why? Was it the Blackwater Raiders?!" The Goblin looked up, "No, No Mr. McClaudes. It seems it is by their own wishes that they disband, it seems the old sea dogs have met their days, as fewer and fewer exist among their ranks. Many turning to a life of crime or dying during missions I assume." Valkors sighed to himself and grabbed a pen and paper scribbling a letter. With hand extended he handed the letter to the Booty Bay repesentative, "Give this to Captain Blacktusk." The goblin nodded "Yes, Yes, I shall do so right away!", and with that the little man scurried off down the halls of the Undercity.
[The Letter]
As Valkors looked at the little man, he gathered his thoughts writing it down on paper.
Ahoy! Captain Blacktusk,
It is a sad day when the beloved Pirates of Kalimdor disband. However, I too was once a Pirate under the ship flags of a man known as Captain Campbell. He trained me well as a sea dog, and for that I am grateful. I know what your men are going through, and I can assure you that you will always have comradery amongst your mates. There is it not a day that goes by that I do not think of my former mates, our days on the sea, and my life as a pirate...
But, I digress... us undead easily get off topic with memories of our past lives I suppose. Here's to you Captain Blacktusk, First Mate Boven, and all the rest of you. I wish you all well in whatever you may do, and I hope that you use your skills in the name of good, fighting the good fight. Please... I beg of you all to not end up on the wrong side of the law... on the side of my pointed and poisoned daggers... Instead, let us meet in the Salty Sailor and share a tale or two, and perhaps an equal amount of drinks as well.
Respectfuly Yours,
Valkors McClaudes