"Give-take enough time to get this drink brew brew." She whispered to herself, "the red daemon might kill-kill me if i let him wait-wait longer." She is truly afraid of these huge creatures.
Making sure get the bucket well sealed, she packed the skavenbrew onto the back, the whole bucket of it. " Great dessert of Araby?" She scratched her head, once heard of the undead thing, but she believes that the underground tunnel would lead to everywhere on this land.
"Need to hurry-rush." She left for that blurry destination but believed those daemon must love to show off their place so won't be too difficult to find.
After weeks of running and hiding underground, hoping for not get spotted by others, she noticed the sand leaking from the cracks of the tunnel, she peeped out of the tunnel and suddenly felt the extreme heat of this frghtening nature. "Should-should keep on going during night."
The heat became bearable during the night, but the blackness and the wind cried with the scream that is not recognizable for her. She sniffed the air, cannot tell if it's approaching the destination or because the bucket on her back leaks of strong smell of warp. Exhausted and desperate, she regreted from time to time about it. Piercing a snake that attempted to attack in annoyance.
She strung the dead snake on the waist, "But at least meat-food." She kept on running on all four, keeping a close watch on the surrounding sands.
The mark of khorne suggested that she is probably at the right place, she knocked the gate in anxious, placed the bucket on the ground under the shadow of this sublime mass place with a note attached to it.
She left and tried to not think about the sequence of if or not the daemon like it or not but she do pick-choose the best raw material she can found.
