Ferrik watched the woman, keeping his face neutral. She sounded almost blasphemous to him.<br/><br/>As the sorceror appeared and had his say, Ferrik watched him in silence, mixed feelings swelling in his heart. One part of him wanted to slit his hand open and shake the stranger's as a sign of appreciation and mutual respect, but on the other hand did the newcomer deal in magic. Something he frowned greatly upon. How it came that Khornate forces some times sported Bloodletters without the aid of sorcerors was to him a mystery, but this one had clearly summoned them.<br/><br/>"The Throne of Skulls turns to those that favours him. Your aid was most wellcome", he said and nodded once. He could not afford himself to even bow his head properly. "As for who's in charge I don't know. You don't look like one of my lot." Ferrik eyed the strange and added; "And you'd make good keeping it like that."<br/><br/>Turning to shooter Ferrik frowned. Devotion to Khorne was not much more than a grand idol and some skulls. Anything more and it would soon become a temple. Something that would anger the savage god indeed.<br/>"Let those with false promises to their deities rise whatever wonders they want. If that is how they prove themselves, then they can have this place all for themselves..."<br/>Ferrik looked around the setting with an expression of bad taste on his tongue. "Monuments can be raised, one makes best in not building them in the first place."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>