Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205202802/@comment-32319885-20180214171052

Vardes acknowledges both Jarik and the rest of the squad with an inclination of his head, opting to allow orders and information flow freely, soaking up the situation like a sponge. His gaze snapped towards the movement from the rubble, ready to cast should it become necessary. For now he falls in with the squad and answers Jarik with a slightly raised voice as if to answer for the rest of the group as well.

"My name is Vardes Solvrein of the Raptora Cult of the Thousand Sons under the Crimson King Magnus, ninth Fellowship. The Thunderhawk carrying my initial squad was shot down by the same AA guns your group destroyed moments ago. Only I survived. For the time being my powers will be at your disposal."

He inclined his head to the Sergeant and group as a whole, yet seems to feel the distrusting gaze from the Raven Guard and perhaps others present. His tone as he spoke was neutral, betraying little of his thoughts and feelings to be the only Psyker of the group.

He reloaded his Bolt Pistol once and rested his hand on the hilt of his Khopesh as he followed the group.