The mutants had slunk up into the club silently in the midst of Atella's little speech, their twisted flesh cast in shadows as they passed through the dimly-lit rooms, seeming unconcerned about the taboo of their presence on the surface. In any other establishment, their audacity would have been met with an order of execution. Luckily, shared loyalties with the den's mistress was enough to buy their safe passage up from the Underhive. Harkin stood at the right flank of the small mob of degenerate creatures, jaw clenched slightly as he scanned the room for any threat to his master. He did not like what he saw.

Strangers. Many strangers that smelled to be from off-world. Worst of all was a man bigger than any he'd ever seen. He dwarfed even Coyne, and he stood head and shoulders all others of the Underhive's Faithful. Unconciously his hand went toward the carving knife at his belt, though he quickly realized that it would be of little use against such a foe. He settled for a warning snarl toward the giant as the mob strode toward the mistress, the orphan boys hiding from the stranger's gaze behind Harkin.

Slowly, the mob of bodies parted as their master stepped forward, toward the odd woman they had come to regard as a priestess of the Gods. He was a tall, wirey man that reminded all that saw him of a scarecrow, with his weathered gray suit and wide-brimmed hat. The hawk-like face was thin and boney, with lips too small and dark, beady eyes that seemed to bore into the soul. He tilted his head up the androgynous woman, his rough voice low so that none but his chosen and the mistress could hear

"Atella...how...lovely to see....you [i]in[/i] fair health. It has been far too...[i]long[/i] since our...last talk." The master's manner of speech was still odd to Harkin at times, with random pauses in his sentences and pronounciations placed on the wrong words. But it was not his place to question the blessings of the Gods, nor the strange effects they could have on the Faithful. He stood to his full height as the master continued, trying to look as intimidating as possible to any ambitious fools that might have tried their luck. "The...Faithful wait for [i]their[/i] time here. You have names of...[i]those[/i] who.....must die, I trust?"