About the book: 2024 / “Cretins,” Gotrek growled, looking at the water seething and hissing behind the stern of the “Star of Sigmaron.” They had set sail only an hour ago, but the spiers of Nakovalengrad were already dissolving into the darkness, shrouded in clouds of yellow steam. “You seem surprised,” Malenet leaned on the gunwale and looked at the charred trees bending over the river. – I thought that you considered everyone in the Domain to be cretins. Gotrek's eyebrows rose indignantly..