Warhammer: Wrath of the Frost Wolves

With the Emperor above, some say I’m his favorite. I don’t know whether he favors me, but I know one thing: I’m as warm as mead to my brothers, and as cold as the icy wastes of Niflheim to my enemies. As for those clueless Chaos scum and green-skinned brutes? Sorry, “leave alive” isn’t in my dictionary. The Lord Commander of the Imperial Guard? He’s my drinking buddy. The Great Wolf Lord of the Space Wolves? He’s my godfather. The Fabricator General of Mars? He’s my closest pal. You think I get by on connections? No, I rely on my fists and this silver tongue.