Thanks to the judicial application of the ship's service corridors, Torin reached the hall leading to the Techpriest's quarters ahead-of-schedule. Checking his pocket-chronometer, he slowed his pace, his brink stride effortlessly becoming a steady, carefree saunter. He had time to kill, before heading back to the Rogue Trader's rooms, and, for now, he figured he could afford a more leisurely pace.<br/><br/>Drawing up to the simple, utilitarian door that marked the entrance to the section of the ship that the Techpriest had claimed as his own, Torin knocked thrice, making his presence unmistakeably known to the Cogboy within.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>