Gorrendil ceased his crying.

'It is over. The past is done. You must look ahead into the future' Gorrendil walked up to his shirt plus cloak and put them on. He armed himself with his Wraithbone sword and laspistol. Whatever Warp-forsaken piece of crap stuck him in this white hell hole, away from his friends, is going to have a piece of his mind. 

Gorrendil admired the work of the sword as he drew it from its sheath. It was Eldar ingenuity. Brilliant and sharp. It was a piece of art. And with his deadly dance, it was going to be his weapon of destruction. He drew the laspistol from it's chain. From the days when he imitated a Commissar, it was a gift from one of the men in the regiment he was "assigned" to. It was intricate, patterns and gold covered every inch of the pistol.

Gorrendil sighed. Those were the old times. Filled with women and guns. Life really gets more complicated for an Eldar of age. He looked at the compatriots beside him. One was a biggie, as big as a Space Marine. He smashed into a wall.

"Not as smart as Space Marine" he mused. He turned to look at a thin man with brown hair. Just looking at him bored Gorrendil out of his mind. Sure two different eye colours was certainly cool but looked like a Administorum junkie to him.

At last, Gorrendil's eyes switched to the rather interesting looking Commissar in the room. "Ciaphas Cain. Hero of the Imperium. Total effing coward" Gorrendil's lips turned upwards, remembering the tales of a certain Valhallan guardsman. 

[b]"Introduction; Greetings I'm Mizn Tan-Ebro and we are trapped in a strange exhibit,"[/b]

Gorrendil turned to a machination. He had his curiosity peaked. Walking over to the machine, saying politely. "Greetings Mizn Tan-Ebro. I am Gorrendil, formerly of the Craftworld Ulthwe. Follower of the Path of the Outcast. This is an exhibit you say?" Gorrendil rubbed his chin "Well, can you introduce me to your fellow compatriots? I dare say I am new here and want to learn more."