As Warlord Virrik's new right paw, you had to proceed through some very rigourous trials. Trials of trust, of strength, and of loyalty. After completing them all, you finally made it. A life of subservence, yes, but also the luxury of being so close to the warlord. However, Virik still seemed disatisfied.

Virik sniffs the air around you.

Virik: "Listen, fool-meat! You still stink-smell of your own fur! No-no. You must stink smell of Lord Virik!"

It wasnt uncommon in Skaven culture for warlords to lick their underlings to scent-mark them, but Virrik was oddly adamant.

Virik: "I lick-clean you untill you smell-sniff like warlord spit!"