Sister Emi bit back a retort, her delicate features souring at Titus' blunt orders. There was defiance in that look, and a little bit of wounded pride.  She glared at Absalom as the Skeleton hobbled out after his commander, as if the Sister blamed him for Titus' brisk manner.<br/><br/>"I'd be a bit more polite to that one boss." Absolom puffed, struggling to keep up with Titus' long strides. "She kills more easily than we draw breath, and she gets to say whether I live or die. Plus, I think she has a crush on you. Or at least is unused to anyone not paying her a second glance."<br/><br/>The Skeleton took a moment to glance around, warily surveying their campsite as best he could with Deathsight.<br/><br/>"Describe this place to me, old friend. Hell, describe Caine to me. This mask is playing havoc with my vision and no one back in tents will talk to me other than to utter monosyllabic orders. I can make out a bunch of big freaking mushrooms, enough to make an underground jungle. How on earth is this stuff growing so thick?" He paused for a moment, lost in thought.<br/><br/>"Did I ever tell you about my Dad? The man was a lunatic. Proclaimed himself to be clergy of the Faith of the Great Mushroom. He claimed that the hallucinogenic mushrooms that grew down here were gifts from the universe’s demiurge, and that to consume them was to commune with that underlying cosmic force. Eventually he started to clash with the peacekeepers, but there wasn't enough membership in his faith to cause them much of a hassle. If he'd known about this place I don't know what would have happened.<br/><br/>"But enough of my rambling. There's been a problem I take it?"