Gotrek: You're a weakling, manling, and a coward too. Felix: They'll have ale. Gotrek: But sometimes your suggestions have merit.
Any time a Skaven's on screen for more than a paragraph.
A single throw-away line in Elfslayer: "Gotrek pushed past [the elf] and stomped into the privy. There was a tense moment of silence, followed by a sound like an explosion in a brewery. The crowd dispersed quickly, trying not to catch each others' eye."
Business as usual amongst the Skaven;
"Lament Skaven! Tragic news!" Thanquol said, and even the coughing stopped. "Mighty warlord Vermek Skab is dead, killed in a terrible accident involving a loaded crossbow and an exploding donkey. We will have the traditional ten heartbeats of silence to mark his return of his soul to the honed rat.”
An account of a Skaven Assassin’s training, in the Warhammer equivalent of the far east;
While still a runt, he had been made to run bare-footed through a bed of red hot coals, and snatch coins from the bowls of blind beggars in human cities. Even at that early age, he had learned that the beggars were often far from blind, and viciously proficient in the martial arts.