You approach an odd-couple of 2 travelers in a tavern. One, a muscular dwarf with a large fiery red mohawk and a nose chain accompanied by an eye patch and large runed axe. The other, a tall handsome young man with worn chiseled features, a sword at his side.

Felix: "Oh hello, stranger. Come to warm yourself by the fire? Theres plenty of room." He says in a tired but cordial Altdorfian Reikspiel accent.

Gotrek: He huffs. "Whatever your business is, it's none of mine, manling."