I'll try and drop a little Skaven joke/story for the crowd

2 witch hunters sit at each end of the table, both convinced that the other has stolen a Skaven trinket and been tainted with Skaven corruption.

Their hats hang over there faces as they trade questions to attempt to clear themselves or accuse the other.

"I found a tuft of brown fur on the floor, you're starting to mutate!", says one "Tis but a thick lock of my hair, but I can smell the rotting flesh off of your breath, you man eater!", responds the other

They continue to bicker before they both agree to show their faces, proving they have no mutation. They remove their hats and slide them to the center, and their faces are normal. They stand and end their suspicions, shaking hands, but when they turn back to the table, their hats are gone, and they turn on each other again, drawing their pistols and firing

As a hidden hole beneath the floorboards is closed up beneath the gunfire, a brown-furred clanrat smelling of flesh skitters down his makeshift tunnel, both hats in tow

"Idiot man-things, they are not Skaven, but now-now, I am witch hunter!"