Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20191209190957/@comment-30715799-20191219223521

Hen, only about 25 ft. away from Cyradon, easily heard his voice over the activity around him." Excellent, I thank you for the opportunity to see you at work. I will learn much. I shall begin the process, as I know it, with these. Only a few of them."

With curt nod to the Astartes, Hen turned back to the Tau. Picking the most stubborn looking of the bunch, the one around who others had clustered, and pulled it up. Quickly, clutching the Xenos by the back of it's neck, he forced the creature into a bent over position and forced it to walk a few yards infront of its kin.

Henriksen considers Dions words, certainly he wouldn't tell the mans secret. Though Hen doubted that the Astartes couldn't surmise he came from an elevated organization in the Imperium. After all, Hen was more versed and educated than a Death Korps grunt had right to be. He had openly eluded to, well, whatever or wherever that red skinned beast came from.

'the end road of heresy', came his own words from the back of his mind. He had heard his master say that so much that it came out of his mouth with conviction. Well, now he knew what lay at the end of heresy. What damnation was, and why he must give his life for the Emperor and his people....

Hen threw the Tau down and circled around it. He decided he wouldn't hide his station, nor would he offer the knowledge. Even if Henriksen dies, his master will know. His master will simply send another and another until he decides the world is beyond saving. The next will be deadlier than himself.

"Do any of you creatures know our language? Don't ignore my question or there will be repercussions, punishment...death, yes?", said the big man to the blue skinned prisoners.