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The man is a sickly mutant. His mouth his twisted, his teeth sharpened to point of knives. He fingers are more like claws, sharp enough you bet to rip right through flak. As you ask him questions, he just smiles and complies.
"Troop movements?" He says, "All over the place. Mostly the North Continent though. Those Khornates have dibs on the Middle Continent. Numbers? At least a one thousand Legions worth, I'll let you work out that number in your head. Armour? More were those came from, at least fifteen Lemans. Artillery positions? The whole damn mountains are filled with them. Objectives? Well these Khornates and Slaaneshi want this world for it's ore, and people. I, well Malice asks me to sabotage as many as I can. That's why I'm helping you, just so you know. Command location? Further in the mountains, I don't know exactly." You notice a skull, half painted black, half painted white on his shoulder.