He was a mysterious figure, his real identity kept purposefully secret by the Altdorf witch hunters. They say he smiths the bullets used by holy warriors to slay all manner of daemonic beings. You approach a quaint workshop off the Reikwald forest. It seemed nice, but not overly grandeur. You see the man inside. He was pale, suggesting a Kislevite origin, but his brown hair and hazel eyes were that of an Imperial.

Felix: "Who're you? I assume you're here for a reason; people don't usually just stumble across this place."

he sets the tools down with great care.

Felix: "Come on then. Lets hear it. Sigmar forbid I have to deal with more impatient Witch Hunters."