Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205202802/@comment-30488984-20180410093409

Jarik offers a nod in return to the Chaplain, accepting the data slate and glances over it before looking back up at Vroch.

"Thank you brother Chaplain, I will keep you informed on our progress and relay whatever information we can gather. I swear upon my oath to the Warmaster that we will not fail in this task."

Jarik turns to the approaching Alpha Legionary, again offering a nod in return, then turns back to the Chaplain,

"I wish good luck to you on your endeavours brother and I look forward to recombining our forces and finally tearing out the throat of this wretched civilization once our mission is concluded."

He reaches out, offering the Chaplain his forearm. It is an old habit of his from the Cthonian Gang he had grown up in many years ago. It originally was a symbol of one's acceptance into the Gang, now it is simply an offer of friendship.