"Thaggoraki," you repeat, half to yourself. You've heard that word before. "Beastmen?"
He opens his mouth to reply, then pauses. "While 'aye' would not be incorrect," he says thoughtfully, "It doesn't quite communicate the nature of the vermin. The beastmen that lurk in the woods of your Empire are a very different breed to those that burrow beneath the earth. They are ratmen, boundless in number; in your tongue, they are called Skaven."
The words echo unpleasantly in your head, and grow. A thought unfolds uncomfortably in your mind, and you're taken back to a day forgotten some fifteen years ago. A voice, unfamiliar to you, droning in a bored voice. "Number thirty-two. The Ratmen and the Conspiracy of Silence. If you believe you are accessing this memory in error, please contact the Grey College at your earliest convenience."