I trust that this letter will eventually make its way to you. These demons are mindless. All they think about is their nails, their whips, or goring something with their head spikes. And I dare not use one of the infernals lest it be burned to ashes!
Sadly, I long for the days when we could use the orcs. At least they had half a brain and could follow orders. Perhaps there is a chance to take some new thralls from nearby?
The time has come to retake a few of the lesser races, I think. Splintertree Post to the northwest makes a tempting target. We should confer on combining our forces for an attack before the next full moon of this pathetic world. If we subjugate them now they will come to remember what the word 'Horde' truly used to mean!
p.s. - Stop using up all of the blood ink on love letters to my lashers! Night elf virgins are in short supply these days.