Casters and their machines. It was hardly the first time Mary had seen one overly attached to their metal compatriots. She supposed she understood; she wouldn't want to simply leave her cherished, specialized, and one-of-a-kind long gun in just anybody's hands, or out in the open where she wasn't around to watch it. There was something more about warpieces, though. Mary might pretend sometimes that her gun knew her better than she did, but a warpiece possessed the magical capacity to at least act out emulations of such emotion. As the scout turned back to the guide on his request and considered it, she found herself wondering what her gun would be like if it could act of its own accord.<br/><br/>She decided she liked her gun better as an inanimate object.<br/><br/>"Fine. Stay here," she told him with a nod, before flagging down a few passing marines and instructing them to ensure Daemon didn't wander too far off, and that any basic needs he had were tended to.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, she jogged off to the command structure to inform Judas of his guest. When she reached the guards at the front, however, she was informed that the famous caster had taken his leave for the depot... mostly back the way she had come. That was okay, she figured. It'd been about a week since she'd really gotten her circulation going, as she'd been on one airship or another, or standing guard here or there. They were likely going to move out soon, so she needed to get limbered up in case there was any rugged terrain crossing in her near future. So, she doubled back and made for the depot. After a bit of searching, she finally found the middle-aged warrior mage in the midst of a throng of warpieces, mechanics, and porters.<br/><br/>"Caster Haas," she called, as she quickly closed to a comfortable speaking distance. Once she had the man's attention -- she hardly thought her business was important enough to interrupt any conversations he might have been already having -- she continued, "We found a mercenary caster, sir. Says he's a guide you called for a job.<span style="font-style: italic">Daemon.</span>Brought a superheavy."