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"Aye, that is true." agrees Cyradon, his grip upon his bolter tightening. "They are probably on our tail now, knowing Astartes are on the hunt."

He recalls the Tau Stealth Suits from the capital. We will be little more than fish in a barrel if those show up, Cyradon thought to himself. He is unaware of the commotion in the Chimera, having made room for the wounded within and so his mind is fully engrossed in what action to take next. Jerrios was right, simply walking into the camp would invite the Tau and would lead to more damage than good, but he could not tarry and wait for the Tau so as to lay an ambush.

Cyradon stood a moment, unsure of what action to take when the phrase from earlier in the day came to the forefront of his mind once again. "Never mix business with friendship" he muttered. He turns to Jerrios, "One moment."

Cyradon then lets go of his bolter, letting it hang at his side as he closes his eyes and attempts to scry the strands of fate once again. Unsheathing his ancient force sword from it's silver encrusted leather scabard, Cyradon takes a knee next to Partisan leader and plants the blade's tip into the fertile earth. Using the weapon to focus his power, the Librarian bows his head and attempts to cast Personal Augury once more. "What terrors does the forest before me hold this night?" mutters the Astartes to begin the incantation.