Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20191209190957/@comment-30715799-20191217175717

"I think he should destroy that helm on his hip. I don't know enough to know if it's dangerous on it's own, but if that Commie-sar sees it...well he already suspects us, no doubt.", he replied, his accent coming out slightly." That said, he is beyond the scope of my ability to estimate. I know enough about his kind to know that. Which is why I asked you. Further, I know his tactical acumen is beyond mine, what we are doing IS sound. However, a world can be retaken from the Xenos; it cannot be taken back from damnation. Only purified, however it is such a thing is done."

Hen focused on Dion, his face cast in a half shadow, fire light reflecting off his eyes and the scared I of the Inquisition on his forehead," He is of your kind, even if he is much more powerful. Does he seem...odd in anyway *he hands the paper back to Dion* has he changed since his run in with the possessed Traitor?"

The Kriegsmen's posture seemed the same, his face still as amiable as ever, if somewhat gritted in mild pain and the weight of battle as it left him. However, his voice carries an unspoken demand. He wanted an answer, one opinion was not enough, and he would have it. It almost felt as if his master was breathing down his knack and Hen pushed himself accordingly.