'You not call me rat-thing, girlthing. I am skaven, greater than any rat, any manthing too, yes-yes! The master race! And I serve no-one! No skaven no more, no Princething! But I am new to this land, so I follow you, help you, yes-yes, but for a price. I am assassin, assassin does nothing for free. I help you, but you pay me, yes-yes, in warpstone, yes-yes! And this feast! But you try anything sneaky-sneaky... But we all friends here, yes-yes? You, me, this warrior! First, need introduction. My name Kritch.'

It was not without reason that men feared the Skaven, and not only for their hideous visage or their utter lack of regard for the sanctity of life. Those two were common traits to the enemies of the Empire. Orcs, Northmen, Beastmen... they were all filthy, ugly brutes who would smash your head in without a second thought. No, what made the Skaven terrifying was something else: They were unpredictable. When dealing with most other enemies of the Empire, you could almost always except them to attack you head-on with a thunderous roar. Not so with the Skaven. They were sneaky and unpredictable, sly and devious. If they did attack head-on, then you simply fought back. If they appeared frightened, then you'd do best to be cautious to avoid falling into a trap. If they seemed sure of themselves, you'd do best to run to avoid their hidden ace in the hole. And if they simply walked up to you and started talking, not even Sigmar could save you. Especially if they talked about being friends. So the logical response to Kritch's actions would've been to bash his head in and make a run for it. It was a damn shame, then, that Anya was not bound by such things as logic.

Even if one would have been so bold as to actually stay around to listen to the Skaven's little speech, one would have done best to do so ten feet away with both a weapon and an escape route close at hand. And even if one didn't do so, it would have at least been a good idea to show proper respect to the speaker and avoid upsetting him. Anya, however, saw it fit to crouch right next to Kritch and study the wicked little blade he kept so close to his paw. She wasn't even paying any attention to what he said, instead eyeing the blade with curiosity. The blade didn't look particularly efficient at cutting, what with all those nasty barbs and spikes. Then again, it had most likely been designed to cause for pain than death. The pain would keep the target from doing much at all while the poison made its way into their system. Or at least, that was what Anya thought as she stared at the blade, eyes shining with childish joy. Only when Kritch finally stopped talking did she answer and then not even looking up from the blade.

"Kritch? We would never have imagined that rats had such names. No, we would not! Well, actually, I would, but I would disagree with that. Then again, I tend to make rather silly arguments. No, I do not! Perhaps not. Still, we would agree that it is a funny name. Yes, funny indeed!" she looked up from the blade and smiled at Kritch. "Still, we are happy that Kritch wants to attend the banquet! We're sure that the Prince will make him happy! Yes, happy indeed!"

Anya was about to continue on her own speech as she examinated the blade, but something else caught her attention. The one from before, the older girl, had arrived on the scene. She was holding some sort of sharp thing, but didn't look like she was about to use it. Anya figured that she was planning to, but later. Perhaps to entertain the others on the ship? That seemed likely. But not now. No, now she was smiling down on Anya! And saying something too, of course. Talking was also good, if only as a mild distraction.

"First you'll be elaborating, young lady....upon this fortune which you speak and are going to be so generous as to share..."

Oh, so she wanted to hear about the great feast? Well, that was something Anya could happily share! The other girls always had to know what was expected of them. How else could they be good? True enough, the Prince didn't tell Anya everything, but he did share this or that with her so that she could serve and be a good girl. And now the other girl needed to know as well.

"Well..." Anya got up from the floor and walked closer to the woman, a big grin on her face. "We have a little plan in mind. Well, actually it's grand, but we've been told to be humble. We need some more toys, but we're almost complete. Even if I miss a teddy. Then again, I should really shut up. No, I should shut up. Nevermind, we'll continue all the same. With your little boat, we plan to go deep, deep, deep into the jungles! It'd be no fun to travel on foot, so we know of a way in! Then, with our, big, biiig bodyguard, we will be protected from the big lizards! Then, the little rat-thing called Kritch will take out the biggie lizard and then another will take over! Then, with every lizard distracted, we can find great treasure! Yes, great treasure indeed!"

As Anya spoke, she almost danced around on the deck, making wild gestures as she went on. Aided by her supernatural charisma, Anya almost seemed to make things living by her gestures. One could easily imagine the great treasures that could be earned from going along with her plan, or how easily the Lizardmens' defences could be penetrated by such a small crew. It all seemed logical when Anya said it.