Some Body to Love

Your eyes |r, I say your eyes may look like his, but in your head |n I’m afraid you don’t know where it is. Look at his head, what do you see? A blank stare, his and yours. There is no life in his eyes any longer but the brain still holds memories before it decays. It takes immense power and concentration for the all-seeing Eye of Tzeentch to look into the brain of a decapitated greenskin. Every head Iregarn Sigwald rolls my way is full of horrors, the freshest and most vivid being as his blades cut into their flesh. I am made to feel those pains in the name of his scientific pursuits. Tell me |n, who is the greater horror here, Iregarn Sigwald, or Xytyx here?

Unable to blink you walk away from the Oculant, his report in hand. Next descend into Da Deeps and speak with Wylan Clawfoot.