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Just then a body came barreling passed, nearly rolling into the fire it lent over and scooped up a small oval shaped ball before it impacted the flames. Picking itself up, it held a scrumball in the crook of its arm. Then threw it back in the direction it came. “Try… converted” he said. 
Then the figure turned around to see who he had just bumped into… and noticed… that he was locked directly in the gaze of… of… a Commissar!? 
He immediately snapped to attention and cracked off a salute. “Gunner Rich Bower 62nd Cladd!” he stated “sorry, ma-am… for the rude entry ma-am. We was just playing a game of scrumball in our downtime ma-am”. He then began to appraise just how much trouble he might be in, and… his eyes began feeding information to his brain… this was not a Commissar… it was, let's see. 3 pips, thats a Captain! Oh Emperor! His body didn't know if he was in trouble or had just had a lucky fluke, after all there was no harm done and he had addressed himself properly for the fault. Then he saw the profile of a proud upstanding feudal worlder to be sure, and with Sergeant's stripes too! He looked like he'd give the 62nd a run for their money if it was a sporting game. Maybe the brass had decided to join in with the rabble for the festivities! What else could explain the officers presence here. He was just lucky he wasn't drunk yet… well, COMPLETELY drunk yet. Lastly he saw a ghostly visage of a Krieger, standing stock still by the group like a specter. What could HE want?

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Afterwords he then began to look for a group to sit down and maybe swap stories with. Some strange fella with octopus hair, had his shotgun slung, looked kinda like a voidsman though with all the regiments around with differing uniforms he could just as easily be wrong just like with the “Commissar”. 
He noticed a Cadian man, excellent he’d always wanted to meet a Cadian, partly due to their reputation, and just as he was about to look away he noticed a small scrawny figure, almost hidden by the dancing light of the fire. He peered closer and the shadows only seemed to grow longer and dance quicker, until he was sure… yes… quite sure he was gazing at another Cadian, diminutive though it may be, it was hard to guess the gender until it slapped a card down and he heard her voice. They seemed to be playing cards.