Every city of the Empire has shown her true face to me eventually. Waking up in a pool of my own blood on Altdorf's Docklands, having being beaten up by a Hook who mistook me for a Fish, two Fish who thought I had been fraternizing with the Hook, and several members of a smaller gang called the Scabs who were merely following the trend, I saw Altdorf's face. It was not a pretty one.
— Herbert Raffles, travelling poet, Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay
You're walking the same streets where Sigmar walked when he was young. He grew into an Emperor. You happy growing into a thug?
— Valdred Hoch, Gang Warchief, Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay
