"Still, I doubt they will be able to support us in time if we encounter anything. Emperor willing, we'll see this incident over quickly." Mortem said, glancing at citizens as they passed them. Any citizens they came across immediately bowed in Mortem's presence, no doubt a reflex built over generations of subservience to this planet's chapter. Sort of as a preparatory action, Mortem cocked the bolt back on his bolter, and drew his crozius arcanum. A distinctive style, developed over centuries of faithful service; Bolter in one hand, crozius in the other.