The letter that is passed into Esme Sunshard’s hands is made of sturdy paper; the kind designed to withstand salt air and brine. The seal on it was simple, a wreath of leaves on silver wax and unmistakably Kal’dorei. Written in the uppermost right corner, a return address in Feralas.
You may find it strange that one of my kind writes to you, but truth be told I could not care less whether your ears are pointier than mine. Contacts more red-blooded than I tell me you are looking for able bodies to captain the ever infamous Crimson Fleet.
I have years of experience chasing naga and their demonic allies across the Great Sea; I am capable at both mending ship and crew and once a promise made, loyal. Should you find use of my skills, simply send for me at the above address and I will arrive to discuss terms of my service to you and your Sunguard within a moonrise.