WFRP: skaven, plotting your demise!

[Saldre]

The hooded figure twitches when the new-comer arrives, and slinks back into the darkness.

"Disease-plagues? Contaminate my subjects-experiments it will..." It says and extends a bony finger towards the new-comer.

"It barely holds its own self together! The secret to certain-guaranteed success is not trough rot-decay, but melding of flesh-body to achieve might-superiority!" It squeaks, and though its face remains hidden in its shroud: it raises its nose up.

"Then again... perhaps it can be useful-good for my experiments... It says it has great-wise knowledge? we will put it to good-smart work! For the betterment of my position, to show those foolish-idiots back home who's the real smart-genius" As it speaks, it goes into a monologue of sorts, mumbling to itself while rubbing its paws together: as if it does not realize it is talking to itself.