‘K’Chain Che’Malle. K’ell Hunters, these ones. Firstborn of every brood. The Matron’s own children. Fading memories even to the Elder gods, this knowledge. Now, in my heart, I feel dismay.’ ‘What in Hood’s name are they waiting for?’ the captain growled. ‘Uneasy – the swirling cloud that is Barghast sorcery. An unknown to their master.’ Disbelieving, the captain asked, ‘The Pannion Seer commands these—’
