"Heed his wisdom, for He will protect you from evil. Whisper his prayers with devotion,for they will save your soul," Rodrick's eyes cut to the sister as he utters the next stanza of her prayer, his words echoing in the corridor, "Honour His servants, for they speak in His voice. Tremble before His majesty, for we all walk in His immortal shadow." With power and conviction, he'd utter these words of faith, a hand resting idly on his warhammer as he continued forward alongside his sister in faith; his eyes now focused on the path before them. Something about being in this hall seemed didn't sit quite right with the Death World native, taught to respect and fear the shadows as the Assassin so adequately put... Wait, was that even something could happen? Shaking his head free of such foolish notions, he'd continue his path into the dimly lit darkness. Whatever trials the Inquisition had in store for their acolytes, Rodrick would walk with faith in the Emperor and ready to mete out his fury if need be.

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>Follow the sister in prayer
>Ready to draw warhammer
>Continue walking into the shadows