In my Brother's Name

It came by mistake; it was meant for you, but you are no longer here to receive it. "Hey Salth, got a package for you from Stormwind." I was too overwhelmed to protest when the postman mistook me for you, I simply accepted the bundle and note attached. 
 

Dear Mr. Sylvanblade,

I completed the tabard design as you requested, I hope you like it. I think it came out rather well. Please look me up for any other tailoring or alteration needs you might have.

Signed,  
Styx 

Inside was a black and white tabard etched with your calling sign, a white pine. Sorry, but I went digging though your old trunk of belongings. I found unsigned guild papers for what looked to be a mercenary band of sorts, The Sylvan Blades ... and a completed ongoing contract from a mysterious 'sponsor' to keep an eye out on the Ashenvale area. Kjelvar and a few others agreed to follow me as they would have followed you. 
  
“Salth, Guide me, for I have taken up your place; Made your mission, your people my own. I will pick up where you left off and by your name, I shall carry on for you, my Brother, my twin.”