Sitting with a heavy groan of the bench, the tech priest sat beside Torin, hands on his knees as he was slightly bent by the weight of his rig.<i>"Now, why have you come?" </i>he half demanded, half asked. The soldier turned guardian seldom bothered him at this hour of night. Unless, of course, something detrimental to his own agenda had happened, or he was feeling too crossed to sleep... Given the large sum of alcohol his rebreather was picking up from the other man's breath, he assumed it was a bit of both. The realization the man also smelled of a sated woman, but not his own musky aftersmell, gave confirmation...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>