Musings of the grim specter during his patrols in the heart of the dead city of Necromundus:
Heard some talk of creatures called the Sae'kall stirring up trouble.
Gathered more loose change spilled from pockets of newly arrived dead tumbling from the sky. Interesting coin of the day: A Death's Head blood-gold piece, carved with the word "Remember."
Someone offered me a drink. I took it. Gulped it. Naturally, it all splashed down the bones and soaked my robes. Hey, it wasn't my money that bought the drink. Constable Feers found it amusing.
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