"Yes. Of course. Astartes - famous for being just bureaucrats and nothing else."

The sarcasm isn't directed specifically at Reikler, and is more of a general thing. Nonetheless, Vael takes the offered tome and skims it, knowledge of countless bureaucratic protocols and structures rising up from the hidden vaults of his mind.

"Good organizational structure is it's own kind of magic, apprentice. Wars are won with logistics. I learned this lesson on Ythilon-2, when Kyria's machine spirits wrought havoc on the supply cogitators of my excavation teams."

Vael remembers that the daemon is probably still here.

"I suppose, Forosh, that this situation can end up benefitting everyone. If we play our cards right and get the scribes in line without obliterating them, then this can be made to look as if they valiantly fought Abaddon's host to the last, and solidify their appearance as loyalists. That'd be quite the prank, don't you think?"