Initially Covud declined the drink that was offered him by the Servitor. But then the hairs on the back of his neck began to rise… Shortly after the Astropathic choir started. Covud shivered involuntarily, before snatching a snifter of amansec away from the passing Servitor. He practically knocked the expensive stuff back, barely savouring the ancient liquor. There was nothing better than a good strong drink to make warpcraft more tolerable.<span style="color: red">’What a good first impression I’m making... Pull yourself together, you’ve been around worse,’</span>He thought bitterly, hoping his discomfort wasn’t to obvious. It wasn't that he didn't understand what the astropaths were doing, he had intimate knowledge of psykers, having brought several to the blackships for processing... But thats why he wasn't uncomfortable around them, he knew exactly what destruction they were capable of wreaking, often unintentionally.<br/><br/><span style="color: red">”I’d say old relics can wait a few more weeks, ma’m, a chance to earn a favour or two in my experience is only around for a fleeting moment,”</span>Covud said once Torin and Abid had finished, eager to leap upon conversation. Anything to distract him from that bloody choir,<span style="color: red">“Favour first, lost world second, at least that’s my thoughts ma’m,” </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>