Felix Jaeger  

Felix Jaeger

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Affiliations	Order / Empire
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Noteworthy Person

"I think I have a fever coming on." Felix said. The Trollslayer looked up at him and chuckled contemptuously. In the last rays of the dying sun, his nose-chain was a bloody arc running from nostril to earlobe.

"Yours is a weak race." Gotrek said. "The only fever I feel this eve is the battle-fever. It sings in my head."

He turned and flared out into the darkness of the woods. "Come out, little beastmen!" He bellowed. "I have a gift for you."

He laughed loudly and ran his thumb along the edge of the blade of his great two-handed axe. Felix saw that it drew blood. Gotrek began to suck his thumb.

"Sigmar preserve us, be quiet!" Felix hissed. "Who knows what lurks out there on a night like this?"

Gotrek glared at him. Felix could see the glint of insane violence appear in his eyes. Instinctively Felix's hand strayed nearer to the pommel of his sword.

"Give me no orders, manling! I am of the Elder Race and am beholden only to the Kings Under the Mountain, exile though I be."

Felix bowed formally. He was well schooled in the use of the sword. The scars on his face showed that he had fought several duels in his student days. He had once killed a man and so ended a promising academic career. But he still did not relish the thought of fighting the Trollslayer. The tip of Gotrek's crested hair came only to the level of Felix's chest, but the dwarf outweighed him and his bulk was all muscle. And Felix had seen Gotrek use that axe.