Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180501184035/@comment-33521582-20180504121324

Irène's dark curls stream down as she pops the seal on her helmet and removes it, fixing it on her belt instead. She stands at ease in the warmth of the room, looking it over, trying to guess as to the purpose of the sleeping man. She consideres the Inquisitor's arm with admiration, the workmanship is beautiful indeed, and takes the chance to examine the faces of her companions. Though at first reviled by Walton, the Imperial markings on the skull allow no other interpretation than that this creature is, in fact, a servant of the Emperor, and not some vile techno-heretic.