Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224030/@comment-14745711-20161226122057

Rox gathers the Inquisitorial icon up into his right hand, giving it an intent scrutiny. Looked genuine. 'In the service of the Inquisition again are we?' He wonders to himself. He briefly feels the contours of his mask, remembering the thing it resembles. The pang of sorrow passes quickly, and Rox is himself again. He hangs the rosette from his neck,briefly craning his neck to the left.

He then gathers up the failed Space Marine's blades. He wasn't over fond of the extra weight they added, but one didn't lightly disobey an order from a member of the Inquisition. He didn't think he was likely to use them, preferring to rely on his own, more agile sword.

"So Winters," he begins as he removes Pytor's weapons, "any thoughts on why they would pull back like that? I mean, they had just managed to eliminate Pytor, and the mortars couldn't have been far off zeroing in on us. So why withdraw at the most optimal time to press forwards?"