As Urgrugg slowly came to, he felt strange, though he wasn't sure why. At first, he thought it might be the pain in his shoulder, but no, he'd dealt with pain before, and worse at that. No, it was something else. Gripping his hands, he felt around for his staff. Perhaps that was it, the familiar weight of it was missing from his hand. Opening his eyes, he looked around, slowly recalling what events had transpired that he found his way here. Looking around, he saw he was facing the ceiling, which meant he was on his back. That may have been it, as he generally did not sleep lying down.

No, none of that was right. It was something that was missing, but not his staff. Something even more personal. The warp, that was it. He could not feel the presence of it, the power of it connected to him. Looking about, more hurried this time, his eyes caught on the first familiar thing in the room. Reaching out, he gripped his staff at its base. After grabbing it, he realized something was holding it. Connecting the feet of said something to their owner, the memory of his 'ally' came back to him, and the sudden urge to murder the fool that tried to steal from him was turned to a low simmer of annoyance.

First, he pushed down on the staff, using it to pull himself to a sitting position. In the next breath, he yanked it away, using far more strength that was necessary to pull it from the weaker mech wright's hands. Once he had it under his control once more, his other senses took hold, and he realized someone was talking. Though he'd missed most of what was said, he did catch most of the last of it. It took some time for his mind to translate the gothic to his own language, but it inevitably did.

Rolling his shoulders, it was at that point he realized someone had seen to his arm. Though the majority of the damage, the destruction caused by the massive discharge of warp energy through it, would take more time to heal, it had been successfully reattached, and he was even able to move the arm. It had less strength than a goblin, so it was all but useless, but it could still move which at that point was good enough for him.

"That why they came? For the stones?" His question was in reference to the mention of Eldar. He'd heard the word before, and had assumed it was the term for the strange sky elves he'd encountered in the past. "We leave, have to go fast. This place, not hidden to their eyes. Like dirt on glass during day, this place is a hole in the warp that should not be. When we move, their sight will be drawn to us."

"I am Urgrugg Darkcrackah. I stood shaman of my clan for over one thousand moons. If you are wise, heed my words. What you stole holds great value. They will destroy us to reclaim it." With that, he began a prayer. Spoken in the tongue of his homeworld, it was centuries old, and invoked the great green gods by name.

His hands held before him, pressed tight together, knuckle to knuckle, he began. "Oi, Gork 'n Mork! If we'z gotz ta run, paintz uz red, so we goez fastest. If we'ze spoze ta fight, make uz the greenest, 'cauze greenz da best! Waaagh!!!" He shouted the entire thing, the final word loud enough it would be no surprise if he could be heard through the door. Holding to tradition, he ended the prayer by smashing his pressed-together hands against his forehead, breaking them apart. In the process, he drew blood from his own brow, to show the gods which option he would prefer.