“Your job is to record it, young Felix.”

“I only agreed to do that for Gotrek,” Felix said touchily.
“Well, if Snorri happens to be there when I find mine, you can surely give him a few lines, manling.”
Felix looked at the ground below. He was fairly certain he saw movement within the windows of the manor. “Is there anybody alive down there?” he shouted. There was no sense in being subtle. Any enemies would already have seen and heard the Spirit of Grungni arrive.
“There certainly is, manling,” Gotrek said. “I can hear them.”
“Snorri smells skaven,” said Snorri.
“Great,” Felix said. “That’s just what we needed.”
“I’m glad you think so, young Felix,” said Snorri. “Snorri thinks so too.”
“I have a few scores to settle with those ratmen,” Gotrek said.
“I’m pretty sure they have a few to settle with us, Gotrek,” said Felix. After Nuln, he was sure that the skaven would not be in the slightest disposed to talk with them. That was for sure. He forced himself to keep climbing down.

* * *

Lurk padded through the great balloon. He knew the airship had come to a halt. He had heard the engine noise fade and die. He had felt the ship shudder as it nudged against something, felt the faint sideways movement as it was tied up. He knew it was time to be about his business. His business, not Grey Seer Thanquol’s. He knew that if ever he was to escape from this accursed vessel full of stunties there would never be a better time than during Thanquol’s attack. That would keep the crew busy while Lurk made his getaway. There would be time to make his excuses to Thanquol later. Lurk poised himself in readiness to spring into action.

Ulrika watched the small figures step out onto the platform above. One of them, she could see, was Felix. Her heart sank. She had not felt this bad since the skaven assault force had swarmed over the walls and began slaughtering her people. She consoled herself with the thought that she had at least killed half a dozen of the scuttling monsters before she was clubbed down from behind.
Not that it had made much difference; there had been just too many of the things. Still, she calculated that her force had taken out a good half of the skaven. She felt sick with worry. All day she had been locked up in the cellars, part of her home turned into a cell, not knowing whether her father or her friends were still alive and now she was being forced to watch while this gloating, horned-headed albino sorcerer stood ready to ambush Felix and his crew. She had no hopes that they could drive off the ratmen. There were not enough of them aboard the airship to withstand the chittering hordes.
She looked around and wished she still had her weapons. Not that she fancied her chances much against the huge rat-ogre that acted as Grey Seer Thanquol’s bodyguard even fully armed but she might have stood some chance.