[Lavaere]

He stood stearing out the tower window over the once great city, but that was the past. He had allowed an invasion by the Skaven and the inslavement of its people. Even he himself was little more then a slave to his Skaven masters.

Traitor, the Great Deciever, Merchant of Death, all names that the people now called him. And then there were the Skaven themselves, Skar Fang. They had given him the name before chaining him high in his tower to watch over his people. And work his wonders now for his new masters.

Returning to his attention to his works he noticed the seering globe begin to cloud. Sitting before it he watched until they parted and he saw Gutter Runners. Then the images shifted again to a golden-haired man. Again the images shifted to a battlefield strewn with bodies, men and skaven alike. Then everything became cloudy again before clearing. The Seer Globe once again nothing more the a glass ball.