Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-30715799-20191020125932

"Alright, put your pricks away..."Hen paused as he looked at the Magos," or fluid extrication tubes... now isn't the time. You can settle it when the war is done."

After Hen was done chiding them he walked away. Cyradons words brought his attention back to the dead Traitor. A Champions Champion was rolling through these woods. Henriksen decided to let the corpse be, it had been destroyed enough by the Mago's efforts. The Librarian had a sadness about him, or perhaps it was simply fatigue; he didn't know if a Marine could feel either. Fatigue, he decided.

With his mind going he almost missed the Guards Officer. Look the proper sort, one that leads from the front...or AT the front, if nothing else. He breathed a silent prayer to the Emperor for the strength of mind and spirit to face the true evil on this world, when the time came.