Ferrik watched in a mixture between dismay and curiosity as the Dark Mechanicus went about her business, the sorceror offering his assistance. He didn't care much for magic, but he could understand its benefits if used correctly. Knowing well that the Lord of Change was a god of cowards and cretins, it was still one of the mighty four, and as such was to be held in respect in its own way, as it was truly the one that decided the events and turns of the universe. The great, all knowing plot master, controlling all.<br/><br/>Ferrik did not follow the pleas of this god, but he was clever enough not to question the potential turn of events, that Tzeentch might have conjured. If what he was thinking indeed was true, then it might be a grander scheme of things that this group of individuals had met. How he had come to this revelation was, as much as he hated to admit it, by the words of the rifleman. He had spoken of a leader. Maybe he was a lying scoundrel out to missguide them? Or maybe he was suggesting something wich they did not know? It mattered little. If it turned out that he was a self serving whoreson, he could have him easily dispatched by a simple wave of his mighty sword.<br/>Contemplating long and hard while listening to the others he slowly looked at the man with grim features.<br/><br/>"If we were to nominate a leader, I can offer my men and my service to your cause, in the exchange of glorious carnage. You seem to have something in mind..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>