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Tarhan considered. Strictly speaking as a Magos Exploritor of the Adeptus Mechanicus he was not beholden to a mere planetary governor. However perhaps now was not the time. He trusted even the Eldar more than the witch, but if he stayed in the company of the Space Marines long enough he had little doubt that the witch would do something to justify his execution, if he didn't kill himself first.

Throwing the key in Dion's direction, Tarkhan turned towards the courtyard where his ship's landing craft lay, his servitors already heading in it's direction. "I shall be watching you witch," Tarkhan said staring at him. From under his hood only the red glow of his bionic eye could be seen before he looked away to gaze at Cyradon. "I believe you wanted to speak with me? How about we speak out here, in greater privacy," he invited as he exited the building.