Deep in the warrens underneath Skavenblight, candles and braziers burn within a filthy, stinking temple. Torn and soiled bannisters hang from the crudely chiseled stone walls and water drips in pools upon the craggy floor.

In the center of the temple, a crude alter of bones and horns stands. The smoke from a sacrifice already burns upon the stone slab. As you kneel before it, a voice enters your mind.

"Squeal-speak your prayer piece! Give homage and glory to me-me! The Great Horned Rat!!"