Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-17657610-20191010102333

Ishmael eyed the librarian for one last time and turned tail back towards the Chimera behind Hen, harrumphing a little. Not much of a pysker, if the stories about them were to be believed. Ishmael had always leaned towards healthy skepticism to such things in his old life, but after his time of the Penal World, he has reconsidered many of the things he had heard about them along with a great deal many other things. Witches, fire-eaters, those who consort with the unspeakable, all words to describe psykers. They had to have that reputation for a reason right, it couldn’t just all be fearmongering. Ishmael already knew the nature of mutants from the dregs of his own homeworld, nasty creatures, but psykers... that was another galaxy. Ishmael pondered all this as he walked to the Chimera.