After a whole night spent in a cage trying to figure out how to escape from that nightmare, with Kim crying all the time, yelling out loud I should have let her die in the dragon's jaws (which was actually what I'd have suggested by myself), Hemlock Quick and his two abject buddies Arsenic and Strych came and lugged us into a huge cave hall.

In the middle of the cave, where the lights from the city faded into pure darkness I could notice the shape of a building much alike a tall windmill whit its sails spinning slow but inexorable, fading in and out the shades. A warm damp wind was whirling up form the cave's throat and pushed the mill's sails, and the mill's sails activated a huge pump which kept the whole hollow dry.

“Here-here the Mill of Purge be perfect for trainy!”

Said Hemlock as we reached a large spot of ground with some dry weeds growing on it, and there we saw the group of slaves and that big rat-ogre thing waiting for us.

Hemlock and his buddies stood still waiting for me to give out my coachy hints to everyone, but I actually knew very little about Blood Bowl plus I didn't feel very comfortable giving orders to someone keeping me captive.

“Thankfully” a slave named Rabid Drudge yelled out from nowhere:

“I hatee-hate you human-thing!”

That gave me the strength to talk back and say:

“I am the coach!”

Rabid fast again:

“I hatee-hate you coach-thing!”

Causing everybody to lough as one by one agreed on hating me...