Khorre stamps his foot against the stone floor and asks: "Do you like this motionless floor ?" "I should have liked to have the deck of a ship dancing under my feet." "Noni!" exclaims the sailor enthusiastically.

"Noni! Now I hear real words! Let us go away from here.

I cannot live like this.

I am drowning in gin.

I don't understand your actions at all, Noni! You have lost your mind.