"I." Came Harkin's raspy voice almost immediately, the corpse-like Mutant shouldering his way past the others. Some looked ready to challenge him, but at that moment he'd kept his hand close to his knife. He stood before the Mistress and bowed, his cybernetic eye glowing in the dim light.

"Ahhh...." The Master began, a thin smile crossing his pale lips. "I know this one. He is utterly devoted....to the...gods. You [i]will[/i] not be disappointed with him." He nodded over to Atella before stepping aside to observe the little drama before him. The look he flashed over to the woman spoke volumes. His own opinion of the  wretches was little better than her own, though he's found them easy to manipulate and mold to their purposes.

Harkin stood as straight as he could when he rose, a low snarl at his lips as he looked right into the eyes of Atella. If he fealt any fear, he did not show it.

"Harkin is name. Have served for many years, killed and stolen for Master and Mistress." He said, his hand finally leaving the handle of the knife. "Who's skull will I give to mighty Khorne? Soul to Slaanesh? Body to Nurgle? Change for Tzeentch?" He always remembered to offer something to each of the gods, hoping to catch the attentions of at least one of them. He knew this task would be it. The one that would finally earn him their blessings. He was eager to serve.