Alessio frowned slightly as he heard the others talking, outlining their individual plans and methods of attack, but a smile crept up his lips. Kritch, he thought, I have heard of a Kritch... For a moment he puzzled silently, trying to work out where he had heard the name before, but dismissed it as irrelevant. If the Skaven got in his way, he would die, his identity was of no consequence. Something stirred close by him, and Alessio pulled a blade out quickly, the dark metal sliding silently from the greased sheath.
The bird pecked at the corpse, pulling off small chunks of flesh, before swallowing them, and dropping its head for more. A frown crossed Alessio's face as he stared at the corpse, looking over its bloated, green skin. Infected, he concluded, then looked at the bird. Soon to be infected, he thought, and a smile lit up his face. Lesser creatures getting what they deserve, by eating each other... It was almost ironic.
Brining his mind back to the present, Alessio pondered what to do. He could jump out and attack, but with the manthings guns trained on the ship, that would be unwise... most unwise. He could try to join them, but the very thought made his skin crawl, and he dismissed it instantly. Tracking them to their objective sounded like a good idea, following them to the gem, and them stealing it from under their noses. He grinned again, and crawled silently to the edge of the boat, hidden by barrels and corpses, before sliding over the side, and vanishing under the guard rails.

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