The travel was hard, at least for the small group of goblins and the troll pulling the shoddily fixed cart the skaven rode in, and it took several days to reach the nearest headquarters of CIBBL, which meant a trail of dead goblins had been left behind from whipping and exhaustion But eventually they made it, to a large wooden building in the shape of a long bowl with a large stone building attached with a sigh over the door reading "lockers and offices."

with a final whip and a call to stop the goblins collapsed at the reigns, the troll however just sat down, crushing an unfortunate goblin to go beneath his weight. The troll hadn't been winded at all, he was built for stamina not speed and what with the other goblins he couldn't go fast anyway.

a midnight black skaven with grey stripes on his side jumped down off the cart and inspected the wheels, while Tikkid and Sittak got the tomb and clambered down the other side. Mixall got up too but Tikkid raised her hand and shook her head.


"need talk-talk, smart-smart only! Guard-guard move-thing!" she snapped, Mixall's snout went red with fury, how dare she tell him what to do? Who put the female in charge?! however he realised they were going into talk and with a light snarl he sat back down, he didn't want to do that anyway, talking could be left to them, he'd stay here and eat something.

Leaning over to the 6th skaven, a trashed looking ratman who smelled faintly of rot and who the other rats suspected might have started to develop nurgle's rot, Mixall clouted the grey-white ratman. "wake-wake Quisa!" He demanded.

The white, scruffy and slightly mankey skaven sat up and wiped his arm across his nose. " 's'it Mixall?" he asked lightly, clearly used to being spoken to so snappishly.

"want food-food, run inside building and scavenge-hunt for food!" he demanded. The other skaven seemed disappointed but got up rather than face the anger of the larger skaven.

"was sleep-sleep mixall" he complained lightly before slowly climbing out of the cart, he was capable of being quick but he was lazy and sluggish most of the time.

as the other two males were arguing Soko watched the black, striped skaven working on the cart. "Sque fix-fix cart?" she chattered

Squenixis looked up at her through the goggles on his head, or rather goggle, the left lens was missing. he eventually sighed, he knew she was just trying to seem interested and clever but she wouldn't understand, he somewhat appreciated the gesture though, even if he suspected it was because she was bored more than being friendly.

"Cart wheel was broke-broke, fix-fix with new turn-stick, need see if it hold-hold" he said tapping the wheel softly, then shaking it a little, good there was no give on this side.

The female skaven nodded to herself, as if she understood then satisfied that was all she needed to do she lay down on her hands, she couldn't let her beautiful fur touch the dirty cart after all. "why hit-hit round?" Soko asked again.

Squenixis was quite surprised, had she understood? of course then he realised that didn't have to follow on and his face fell again. "to make sure not loose-loose, if break or fall-fall cart stop-stop" he explained as simplistic as possible

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inside Sittak and Tikkid found a hall with a large oak desk to one side and some chairs opposite with a little sign saying "inquires" behind it. the place seemed deserted bar a goblin behind the desk. it wore a black blazer and pants with a nametag on. it's hair was greasy, black, short and prated down the centre. on its chest was a tag that said "Hi, my name is: Stints" the word stints was obviously printed on later and in the goblins messy handwriting, making the word difficult to make out.

The goblin looked over and away from the letter he was writing. "oh, I'll call you back Hetara" he grumbled, slipping it into a small glowing bin by his side which let up a puff of smoke. The rats watched with confused looks until the goblin sighed again. "it's a delivery fire, the mages set it up, it sends messages instantly to others in the net work." he explained, placing a hand on his chin and resting the elbow on the desk. "well, what do you want?" he asked snappily.

"we here-here for play" Sittak explained, holding out the invite. the goblin snatched away the card, much to Sittak's disapproval, but they wanted to play so he held back.

"I don't recall allowing any skaven yet. who sent you?" the goblin asked suspiciously. turning it over a couple times. "Are you skaven or underworld?" he eventually asked.

Sittak looked confused. "what Underworld?" he asked, while Tikkid crossed her arms and took a seat, she wasn't going to talk to this disgusting goblin, Sittak was here for that.

The goblin ran a filthy hand through his hair. "do you use goblins and a troll or all skaven?" he asked, smiling is a very fake way, he felt like he was talking to an idiot

"we use slave-things yes" Sittak agreed, he recognised the word goblin, it was what humans shouted when they attacked.

"ah, then underworld, good, we do actually have a slot, some goblins and snotlings joined recently and we heard from some squig players they would like to join too." the Goblin seemed to cheer up, he could push them through their paperwork and get them out of his office, as he thought of it, really the whole building was his office as far as he was concerned. "So who are you?" he asked producing a pen.

Tikkid interrupted before Sittak could even say anything. "We Greyback outcasts." she said proudly, stating what they were, she'd thought this up on her own during the trip and no-one was taking the name away from her. then signing the piece of paper herself she smiled, rather pleased with herself.