"I'm pretty sure if you threw in a couple of extra thrones, the 'cogboys' would be able to come up with a culinary-enjoyment package for your new augmentation." Adrianne would comment jokingly as Stukov grabbed one of the beer cans and made rather short work of it, the Psyker smirking.
"Some of them might be more machines than men, but like the rest of the population, money can still drive them to make wonders.

Adrianne did not have much of a special relation to money. Given her role as a sanctioned psyker, her economic funds were usually limited, as were the ways in which she could spend them. Fortunately well above the poverty line, but nothing compared to that of any of the greater merchants of this world. 

But despite the limited role money played in her life, most of her necessities usually being provided by her institution or whomsoever she was attached to, it did not prevent her from grasping the simple rule that if you had enough money, you could theoretically get anything; whether buying it directly, like a grand mansion, or buying the means to get it, like a private armada to conquer a planet.

"The warp touches everything in the universe. No man or woman is ever truly free from its grasp." Adrianne leaned back in her chair as she listened to Stukov's tale.
"Only a rare few individuals have complete freedom from the warp, but rather than enjoying it, they often live cursed lives little better than the psyker in normal societies. They radiate an emptiness, being empty holes in a world otherwise full of vibrant energies. For that, whether they know it or not, people will instinctively scorn them and loathe their presence."

Tilting her head slightly, Adrianne would smile at Stukov.

"The seething warp is an inescapable presence of all our lives. It is something we must live side by side with, even though most people never realize how close they truly are to it. Every thought you ever had, Stukov; or that of your mundane colleagues, will have fed directly into the warp. Any emotion of hope, fear, anger or joy, whether in solitary prayer to the emperor or in the heat of battle, will leave its mark on the warp."

People feared what they did not understand. It was completely natural. And the warp was one thing that no one understood, even the wisest of sages. 

Adrianne remembered the first time she had been told of her gift with the warp. With the indoctrination of the rest of society still in her backhead, it had initially frightened her beyond belief. This fear had only grown as she had learnt more and more about the hideous warp spawns and other monstrosities that the warp had spawned, how its influence corrupted and destroyed everything it touched. But, at a certain point, her growing fear for the warp would be replaced by a sense of tranquility and acceptance of the warp as some sort of force of nature, a fact of life of life.

"While it may sound absurd, the warp is not inherently evil." Adrianne would finally comment, raising a brow at Stukov.
"It is merely the product of the psychic energies from the material realm. The immaterium is only made possible through the materium. Like fire, it has the power to destroy and bring ruin to one's house, but if properly contained and dealt with by able-bodied hands, it can bring warmth and growth to the village. That is the role of psykers. We are the firemasters of the village, and we bring boons to the Imperium. In fact, without our talent and discipline, the Imperium would not have existed. Ours is a glorious burden. The psyker's condition, if anything, only increases our value in service to the Emperor."

Adrianne would then raise her staff which she had been resting by the side of her chair, before suddenly throwing it over to Stukov for him to catch.

"That is my staff. It is far more than an ornament or mundane weapon, but a conduit. Without a psyker, it is just a simple staff, but in the hands of one; it becomes a vital conduit, enabling psykers to channel their powers through it. You have already experienced the damage your raw psychic might can do to your body, Stukov. With a staff, you can channel those raw energies into your weapon instead, thus effectively sharing your burden and enabling you to perform greater feats."

As Stukov held Adrianne's staff, he could immediately sense a soothing presence emanate from the staff, coursing through his body and lulling any pains he might have felt, making him feel lighter overall.
The only part of Adrianne's staff that did not seem to have the same pacifying effect was the lower wooden shaft of the staff, the sheath of the power blade within. Holding around that part, Stukov could sense the a tiny, almost unnoticable sickening aura, mostly contained within the wooden shaft.

"As a young novice, my staff was the first item I ever received; even before my clothes or insignia. It represents Safety and Control, the two most important things to any psyker."