Where most northlanders are raucous braggarts, the warriors of icy Nifflecht are ever unspeaking. They praise not great deeds, and utter no oaths; whatever devotions they make to the Chaos Gods are silent, or else performed far from eavesdroppers. Moreover, it was rumoured that the Sons of Nifflecht are no longer truly human, and that no physical bodies exist beneath their ice-cold armour. If this is true, then no one has yet proven it, for even the wild Kurgan do not anger the Sons of Nifflecht lightly.[1a]
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