Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-8397818-20190924223711

Finishing his enchantment, Dion moved to the barracks. He saw the low-lifes as they were enjoying each others company, but did not show great interest. Though Dion was fortunate to spot a Hellpistol. The gun was almost powerful as his Gelt Gun, Arash. He took three clips with him. Dion looked around himself and saw a flak-armour. He took off his coat and put on the breastplate of a flak-armour. He patted the breastplate, making sure it set well on him.

"Mediocore protection, but better than nothing." - He thought.

At the equipment storage he found an infra-red goggles and a gas mask. He put the goggles on his forehead. The gas mask pack he hanged by his side.

Dion was fortunate to spot an old Hellpistol. The gun was almost as powerful as his Gelt Gun, Arash. He took three clips with him and headed outside.

He looked around and saw the Angels. They were guarding their Leader, who himself was in deep trance, or so it seemed.

The psyker made a few steps, as previous, he kept his distance from the Space Marines. There was something he needed.

"Fascinating." - Dion thought. Wondering what the Librarian could be witnissing right now, or sensing. Prehaps he even sensed his presence. He awaited the Librarian to finish his meditation.