[@Searat][@ReedeThe23rd][@Mortarion]


Drake listened and watched the magos with the keen interest of someone who, while maybe not all that bright in the broadest sense of the word, was nevertheless the offspring of a Rogue Trader Dynasty – and therefore utterly enraptured by the new, the unusual and the out-of-place.

"Perhaps it would be wise to move this discussion to another place my lord?" Kharon offered to Drake. 

"Your retinue is welcome to come with us as well if you so wish." He added, hoping that would win him some trust with the noble. "I do not know about you, but I would prefer any further discussions to take place somewhere where we might not be disturbed by inopportune meddlers."

“Of course my retinue will accompany us,” gawked the Trader – as if such a statement was against the very laws of nature themselves - “I would not leave them [b]here[/b]!” He said, giving both Lazarus and Karl an overacted roll of his eyes. He was sure that Kharon would see it, but he simply did not care, it appeared that the Martian needed [i]his[/i] help, and he would do anything he Emperor-damn liked.

The crowd about them certainly seemed to be moving with a life of its own, surely moments away from exploding into some sort of violence; the 'prize' of Imperial armour and weapons, as well as a Rogue Trader hostage, clearly worth more to some of those present than their lives.

“Lead on then, magos...” as soon as the group was in motion, a gesture from Drake causing the retinue to form a hollow square about himself, Lazarus and the Martian, he leant a little closer to the robed figure – more than aware of the mechadendrites, and not altogether comfortable with them either – before half whispering, “I take it you know somewhere safe, yes?”


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[@BangoSkank][@Andreyich]


“Where aaaaare you...”

If the voice reaching them from nearby did not cause some consternation within the minds of Roald and Daniel, well, then they were not nearly frightened enough!

It was a voice that bought with it, by its tone alone, a promise of pain and suffering inflicted on those that would not submit to the whim of the speaker...and it was coming their way.

“Come out and we can settle this like men, but run or flee and I will not be so lenient.”