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A footstep. And then another. After the third, he knew. Only one of the dark elves had
come, thank Sigmar. He slowly peeked around the wall again, crouching to disguise his
shadowy figure. The warrior was coming towards him, sword in hand, but his heart wasn’t
in it – there had probably been half a dozen other false alarms that night, and it was
only when a black figure emerged from under him, a black knife piercing his heart as it
tore through armour, cloth, blood and sinew, that he knew otherwise. The body fell to
the ground, and like a tree in a deserted forest, nobody noticed.
The figure waited. Five minutes later, a second guard came. It was to be expected.
Heart racing as he did so, the attacker sliced the throat of the second guard, moving in
from the depths of the darkness and attacking from the side. He then moved forward
towards the gate, spotting the last remaining druchii guard stationed right in the centre
of it. The figure decided to put his training at ballistics to use, throwing his dagger and
hitting the guard square in the head, the helm cut through as if it were a piece of parchment.
Corio Cartidae of Altdorf opened the gate and slid into the watchtower. He could feel his
heart beating faster and faster, on the verge of exploding.
The scribe would pay.
The Empire text was written very poorly, even badly by Empire standards. As Imdat
translated, he mused on his terrible days in the torture chamber and his lifelong hatred
of Dipskull Cryphmash. He dwelt on the finer craft of a perfectly amicable torture, an art
that he had learnt through experience in the chambers as a child, and which ones that
he should use on Dipskull should he ever find him and capture him. He had been thinking
through the sequence for over ten years, and was close to perfecting it. But he only
needed to figure out one small part in the procedure which didn’t seem right no matter
which way he put it – should he be using a hook or the Kar’sariour, a small curved
knife? Both were known for their pain-enhancing effects, but a hook would provide
more pain for a shorter amount of time… or was that the knife – he couldn’t quite remember…
While Imdat thought over this, he didn’t think about what he was translating:
To Imdat,
I have found Dipskull for you, as agreed. However, he is in a rather high position and if
it was found out that you or I were looking for him, we would probably both be disposed
of quickly. Destroy this letter as soon as you read it, and make sure that no one else
ever sees it. Meet me at the usual spot.
S.B.F.
Imdat finished translating it, folded the letter, put it in a nice new cream-coloured envelope
(dark blue or black was preferred but due to the great Ink-maker’s massacre a