Analysis and Commentary by Blackspine Mountains Regional Lord and Potentate, Darius Griemm.
  
Dutifully scribed by manservant Kurg.
  


 I always hear a lot whining from those who are under my care.  My blood bowl team is no 
 
exception.  This week they were moaning like harpies about having to play their road game in Zharr-

 
Naggrund, the abode of the Chaos Dwarfs.  Even from my distant tower, I could hear their 
 
laments:  "Noooo, that journey takes us over the World's Edge Mountains."  "Boo-hoo, we're going 
  
to realm of eternal fire and lava."  "Waaah, I want some food and water."  "Ow, these manacles are 

 
too tight."  Of course I make a point of ignoring such prattle.  After all, in a fit of atypical 
  
generosity, I bought them an Apothecary last week.  If I start giving in to their demands now, 
 
there will be no end to it.