Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180501184035/@comment-7974155-20180502022023

Walton slowly made his way down the ramp with his companions, his head floating just above his neck, boltgun hanging off his back and reliquary staff in hand. He was certainly among interesting people, sisters of battle and knights of the emperor. Nothing he was unfamiliar with but it seemed he would have to be the man of subtlety on this task if they ever required it. As he came to a stop he slowly raised his reliquary high before delivering the end of the staff back to the ground, an echo following that could be heard even despite the rain.

"Blessings of the Emperor upon you, I do hope we can get out of this rain." his voice generator garbled out in the direction of the boy and woman just that little bit before they finally finished talking.