Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224118/@comment-1734134-20170101195057

"I will tell you nothing," the man spits back.

The guard scowls behind his helm and points towards the psyker, reaching for his pistol, "Step out of line and you die, and you can get your own armour."

The other guards likewise reach for their weapons, keeping them aimed at both the Pysker and the prisoner. The guard points from the witch to the prisoner, "Go on then, get on with it."

The prisoners mind is cloudy - it's difficult to push through memories of devotion and praise for the Emperor.