It was fate all to tragic and familiar to Lamenters that Naffkop wasn’t dead. To Haemon’s woe, the Ork simply didn’t have enough of a brain to injure anymore.

It was a strange thing. Zed could feel a certain melancholy that accompanied Haemon’s death. It was completely foreign and totally inexplicable. He stood over the body for many moments, just gazing at the regal dead.

“Kaptain. . . Kaptain!” Studgrim was shouting, trying his best to get the leader’s attention.