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The Psykers can tell that there is something wrong with these Wolves, they are emoting wildly, anger and pain is emanating from them at an astounding level, enough to give the Psykers headaches, there are roughly thirty wolves, less the two that were killed, and they run toward the carriage with rabid determination, and die where they land, pierced by bullets or bursts of telekemortic energy...
The carriage draws to a halt, there is the sound of someone jumping down, then footsteps, and Adam appears at the back door of the coack, musket rifle in hand, and levels it at Heinrich. The ambassador finds himself being held at riflepoint by a man in a black raincape and bowler hat, who must have been sitting next to Adam. Adam speaks.
"Aright gents, ye's better gaet oot, we's as goin tae have a lattle chat."
There is a clap of thunder overhead, and the rain begins to fall heavily again...
Jenwuf
"Taisn a thang, travel saf now."
The road up the hill is slick with rain, and as the two continue up it the heavens open with renewed vigor, raindrops spattering on the cobbles and running down the gutters in torrents, the Town Hall is a large, Gothic building, with dark spires and a clocktower. It is decorated with a statuette of death, his scythe cradling the clock, a reminder perhaps that time is the greatest killer. There are two large hardwood doors, with bronze trimming on the wooden frames, large, and foreboding.
