[X] Visit the former site of Karak Vlag
[X] Ice Crone Ljiljana
[X] Head Engineer Gotrek Gurnisson
[X] Head Ranger Snorri Farstrider
Let's be social now, while there's nothing big going on.
Speaking of dwarf infection:
As the sun rises and sets over the Karak, you whittle your way gradually and carefully through the dragonbone, blunting a number of chisels in the process as you carefully reduce the bone into the shape most conducive to the flow of Ulgu
Mathilde has picked up the attitude that if you don't wear a dozen tools, then it wasn't a proper work.
"Mathilde Weber," he says thoughtfully. "The battle-mighty weaver. I'd call the name rather on-the-nose, had you not been born with it. The games destiny plays, eh?"
You give a nod, more at acknowledgement at the shot across your bows than the commentary on your name. "Indeed," is all you say, wondering where he found the time to look into your origins while preparing for the Expedition.
I don't get it. What was the shot across her bows?
Sorry, I was unclear. I was comparing her to both Weatherwax and Gehenna, both of whom have Give No Fucks energy, but in importantly different ways. You are right that they are not much alike.
I'm not sure how much I agree with that. Let's look at her first scene:
Johann, Adela, and yourself had been making your way through the Skaven books on engineering for background information on the lighting mechanism when the Wizard chosen to educate you in Gehenna's Golden Hounds had arrived, and your first indication that they're here is Johann leaping out of his chair and hurrying towards the entrance, and then a noise like a gong being struck with a frying pan shatters the studious silence. In walks a woman no taller than you carrying Johann under one arm, wearing a golden robe that looks like it was extremely well-made before someone ripped the arms off and severed everything below the knee. Her bare and muscled limbs are as golden as Johann's, her pale skin, blue eyes, and blonde hair cut very short suggests Nordlander blood, if not Norscan. "Right!" she says, dropping the grinning Johann onto the table with a thud. "I hear there's a bloody weird Grey that wants to learn some juicy secrets."
On the one hand, this is the woman that told Johann he shouldn't gild his face until he can fight of arbitrary amounts of hungry peasants, going around with ripped off sleeves to show off her golden guns. That's an intense fuck vacuum.
On the other hand, she clearly cares a lot about her cute apprentice. So there's a huge fuck reserve there. I wouldn't be surprised if Ljiljana has some apprentice she cares about, but I don't think she'd be this expressive about it. Kragg style "You're relatively unterrible" is what I would expect at most.
For that reason, I think Ljiljana Give No Fuck energy is stronger. Gehenna has too many positive fucks. Incidentally, I give it even odds that if some peasant actually tries, then she'd give the poor guy some coin, because he must clearly be in dire straights. Though she wouldn't lose sleep over punching his head off if he didn't behave.
On something of a tangent: Johann getting carried in under her arm like a puppy by the scruff by a woman as tall (or short) as Mathilde is intensely adorable. It doesn't say, but I'm convinced that he gets carried all the way to the library like that, and still participates in the conversation.