#maleneth

‘You’re drunk,’ muttered Maleneth. Gotrek grinned. ‘And you’re ugly. But tomorrow I’ll be ugly and you’ll still be…’ His words trailed off and he shook his head, frowning. ‘No, wait… I mean, tomorrow I’ll be ugly and you’ll still be drunk.’ He shook his head, muttering to himself, trying to remember the joke he had cracked every day for the last week.

Out Of Context ‘The Bone Desert’Spoiler

After a few minutes the duardin’s heaves subsided, and he spat the last chunks of a green sausage and ghyrvole egg supper into the ditch. ‘This has never happened to me before.’ ‘I am sure that you say that to all of the girls.’ Gotrek glared at her. ‘A joke,’ she said. ‘I think there was something nasty in my beer,’ Gotrek complained. Maleneth nodded sympathetically. There had indeed been something nasty in the Slayer’s beer. Several somethings. Duardin were notoriously resistant to poisoning, but the amount of gravelock, heartcease and scarlet clover that Gotrek Gurnisson had obligingly consumed over the last day and a half would have killed a gargant. He should have been curled up on the weed-filled yard bleeding out of every orifice rather than complaining of an upset stomach. Maleneth looked up at the night sky, trying to judge the time.