Commorragh's lower districts were vast and chaotic, home to every sort of being: strugglers, fugitives, slaves, and creatures even darker and more twisted. The buildings here were the most distinctive of all.
The upper districts were packed with spikes and towers, all black structures draped in fluttering curtains of human skin. Stare at them long enough, and eventually even that became aesthetically exhausting. So some particularly idle people seeking artistic inspiration would bring their bodyguards here to tour this mishmash of styles.
Here stood a crude shack built by human monkeys; there lay a Greenskin-style factory district; at the far end on the other side was a revolting pit piled up from the slime of some unknown alien, thick bubbles occasionally rising from it alongside bones floating to the surface.
Yilafren grinned at Lin Fan, then slammed her fist against a rusty red-painted door. "Open up! Open the door! Old man, I brought you a customer!"
"Ah... you stinking little girl again... What do you want this time?" A huge head in a welder's mask poked out from behind the partially opened door. That muffled, underbitten accent immediately told Lin Fan that this was an Ork Big Mek.
"How do you even know an Ork... Aren't they basically livestock to you?" Lin Fan spoke close to Yilafren's ear while watching Khan carefully. He was afraid Khan might suddenly lash out and rip the Ork's head clean off.
Khan waved a hand at Lin Fan. "I know what takes priority. I will obey Father's arrangements and follow your command. If he shows no obvious hostility, I will not act... even if you have an Aeldari girlfriend."
"She's not my girlfriend..." Lin Fan explained weakly, but Khan merely turned his head away, refusing to listen to such an unconvincing explanation.
Yilafren happily