Some Body to Love

Tears are running down and down your breast, and your friends |c they treat you like a guest. I told you to look away. Never a pleasant sight to see a snotling ripped apart while still alive. Warriors of Tzeentch are not bloody savages like those of Khorne. We kill to bring change, not to splatter blood across the floor to the sound of the squeal of a dying beast. Oh look, we are each being offered a still-twitching arm of the snotling as a gift. So our good doctor has had enough with the orcs and wants something smaller to poke and prod? Give me a shiny coin and I’ll have a dozen of these rats following me.

Unsure what to do with the snotling arm that is softly pawing at your breast, while it’s still-alive owner looks at you pleadingly, it is time for you to make your last stop with Izsa Herrenclaw.