Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180802153703/@comment-30059998-20181207035904

Volprecht snorted distastefully. Only a few regiments of Imperial Guard have earned his respect in his long years, none of them were under the command or employ of a Rogue Trader. Speaking of Rogue Traders, every single one that he has crossed paths with were nigh identical. Vain, proud, and for some, greedy. One of them even had xenos in his employ, a sight that almost caused the Templar to execute her on the spot for heresy.

One would hope that they may come across a Rogue Trader that was a stark contrast to the norm, but Volprecht had learned not to hope for things. Hope drives desperate men insane. Instead, he told himself to adapt to this very scenario while formulating contingencies whenever things go wrong. Interacting with the Guard might help him paint an image of the Rogue Trader, but he would rather have Ciaran do the talking. The past few hours have reminded him how inept he was with conversations.