Grendel puts away his weapons and steps back...not wanting to interfere with the newest memebr of his lords entourage...he relaxes his mind and clears his thoughts, turning to the servitor standing gaurd at the rooms entrance...with a few hand signals he tells the servitor to stand down and stay on his gaurd...the only reply is the flicker of the servitor's augmetic eye.
Grendel looks back to the rest of the party as the tech priest looking thing begins it's sweep of the room.
__________________ I am Wolfpack, my fangs are long, my hair grey with age...I am The Great Wolf...I fight with bolter and Axe, my armies vast, my word final. A true son of Russ, my honor above all, I hunt the heretic, the xenos, and the witch and slay them where they stand! My sons hunt our enemies, slay them where they falter and bring their pelts to Fenris |