[@coolbro]The Necron looks back towards the staff wielder, who just nods although in it's mind he is disgusted with the fact of negotiating with an Ork."Our. Lord. Agrees. To. Negotiate. After. You. Buy. Him. His. Drink. He. Wants. A. Soul. Based. Drink." The neuron removes his scythe from the Ork,"Don't. Try. Anything. Or. We. Immortals. Will. Crush. You."