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(Cyradon rolls a 23 out of the 14 needed for Personal Augury with. No miscasts).

Dion’s Witch Sight illuminates the Scions and Tech Priest with bright auras of distrust and, their contempt palpable in the air.

A vivid image flashes through Cyradon’s mind; an empty forest, lit by dim fires. But there is something in the distance, at the edge of his vision. It moves between the closely packed trees, a hunched thing that never fully comes into the light. The vision drifts into oblivion as the thing begins to draw closer.

Tarkhan’s instrument immediately begins to pick up signals, but they are not of alien origin. The chatter is a blend of low and high gothic – stammering lines of tactical information and warnings about Tau patrols. They seem to emanate from deep within the forest.

The partisans begin to fan out in front of the forest, rifles and other weapons at the ready. Jerrois approaches Cyradon,

“I know a safe path through the forest, one that should take us to safety, but there should’ve been scouts or recon to meet us here – either they don’t think we’re with them and are suspicious, or worse. Whatever the case, my lord,” he bows his head again, remembering he is speaking with a Space Marine, “We should keep moving.”