Deep within a burrow near an empire city is a small den-nest of the gutter runner Sneakitch. Here he lays now licking his wounds from a hit gone wrong, cursing in both skitter-speech and Queekish.

Sneakitch: "Fool-fool... damn the pink-flesh man-things! Too reckless... just lay down and die-die next time!"

he licks his blood paws with a vile skaven tongue. He hears the disturbance of dirt in his tunnel as you near. He retreats against a wall.

Sneakitch: "A-away! Scurry-flee thing-thing!"