As the dawi enter the room the smell of the musk of fear fills the air. Out of the shadows, but near the door at the end of the hall, steps a very scared looking skaven. It has its paws up in an act of supplication. It says "Wait-wait! No kill-kill! We talk, yes? Much gold! Gold!" It's tails swishes back and forth as it says this.

"Hmm." Ubba murmers, carefully nocking an arrow. "Could be interesting to hear what he has to say, then kill him. Thoughts boys?"

"Make it quick," Ulrik grumbles, "I'm itchin' fer a proper fight."

"Listen, get the gold, then kill, dont see any reason to let vermin live, Ulrik that one is hardly a proper fight" Bjorn grumbles.

"You have a couple of seconds to convince us not to kill you." Ubba calls out to the rat, bow still ready. "And it better be a darn good deal."

The skaven chitters nervously. "Clan Rikek bad-bad. Want to rebuild clan away from under-empire. Many-many want them destroyed. Dead-things failed, ogrelings failed. You succeed, yes-yes? Much shiny gold if you kill warlock, clan scatter, yes? I get much warptokens, much breeders. You get shiny gold, kill warlock? I help-help!"

The skaven looks like it is moments from bolting.

Ubba tries to be soothing, but his heart is only half in it. "It's certainly starting to sound... profitable to us. You still need to convince my comrades here. What can you offer us to help deal with this 'clan'? Why shouldn't we just kill them ourselves without your help."

The skaven chitters again, taking a step back towards the door. "Many dangers, yes-yes. Many skaven in below. Dead things walk to-to. Yes-yes! You kill all? No..." The skaven, seemingly growing in confidence, bars it's fangs in what might generously have looked like a smile (Ubba realizes though that for skaven, showing one's teeth is a sign of power/dominance).

"You walk in like blind mole, you die-die. Yes! Kill many skaven, maybe. Warlock? No-no. He will run-run. You will die-die." At this, the Skaven reaches into it's filthy robes and pulls out a gold coin. It flicks it at the group of dwarves, causing the coin to hit the ground and roll towards Ulrik's feet.

With a deft flick of his foot, Ulrik flips the coin into the air and catches it on the flat of his axe.

"Alright," Ulrik says, grinning like a wolf, "Start talkin'. So long as ye keep talkin', I ain't bored. So long as I ain't bored, ye get to keep yer head. Start tellin' me some stories rat or I'm gonna get mighty bored mighty quick. Start with this warlock."