“"What in the name of Sigmar was that?" Johann said as the game finished. "Animals? We were playing against animals?"
"Well," Ragnar said, adjusting his spectacles. "According to the pampflet it was Lizardmen."
"I don't really care for what it was!" Johann said angrily. "It can't be legal! They're just animals! What will we be facing next? Giant rats? Orcses? Dwarves?"
Johann paced up and down the corridor, gnawing his lip.
"And what was that huge thing?"
"What huge thing?" Ragnar asked. "They all looked pretty big to me."
"I'll tell you what it was. A Dienawsaur. A cousin of mine who works at the university of Nuln says they have been extinct for many many years. There is foul play going on here, I'll tell you!"
Ragnar looked at him.
"They must have used magic to bring back that terror-lizard from extinction. I'll file a report to the board. There has to be an end to this!"
Johann stopped in the middle of a step, and almost fell over.
"And did you notice the weather? It rained the whole game. Everybody knows that lizard loves rain. They have been tampering with the weather. I'll have to file another report!"

As Johann left, Ragnar was alone with the brandy and his thought. If he was so upset now he'll be even more upset when we play against those rats... unless they are a myth of course. What's their name? Shkeyvann? Yes, that must be it... ”