โ Nrrg... I don't listen to you, elf-thing .แ Thanquol will feed you to Boneripper .แ Let go of Thanquol .แ โ
Squirming and thrashing, he attempts everything he can to liberate himself; biting, scratching, goring on his oversized horns, even squirting a foul musk.
โ Flay? I will cut off all your fur and leave you chittering cold in your baldness. Now play nice. โ
It appears he has chosen the wrong candidate from the weapon-made species toโฆ gnaw on. Surely most would kill him for such an act. A bath is a wonderful alternative!
Mmm .แ
Shiny metal man-thing has blue warpstone weapon .แฃ
No-no .แ No such thing .แ
But there it is, before my eyes .แ I spy-see it as clear as rat eyes glint-shine in the dark .แ
Thanquol must have one .แ
Nrghhh...
Too many man-things, elf-things .แ Need more skaven, more underlings for me-me .แ
How can mighty Thanquol plan-scheme without his underlings .แฃ.แ
More rats needed, Horned One will provide, yes-yes .แ