Mercia rubbed at the bridge of her nose as the man asked his question and the daemonhost slinked her way ever closer. This filled the inquisitor with a very palpable dread. Her mind filtered through what the daemon was likely to ask or try to bargain for while her eyes slowly made their way to Lucien, her white bangs hiding them ever just slightly. The inquisitor remembered the name of the planet in passing, having heard her brothers and sisters in the Ordos speaking of it. It was a battle lost to Chaos  and the rescue fleet was routed by a large massing of Chaos ships, before too long it was supposedly just another site of a warp anomaly." The Warp Storm, Slaanesh's Whipser." The woman pauses, looking subtly over to Aura and  shaking her head before loooking back to Lucien. " The plae where MK used to be is some eight or nine days journey by warp away... that's of course if the currents near the thing were in any way stable."<br/><br/>The inquisitor stood and picked up her long forgotten hat from the table, the wide brimmed and leather thing decorated only by the symbol of the =][=. The woman loosely fitted it on her head and reached into her jacked, producing a scented lho stick and sticking it bewteen her lips before oddly enough she broguth her augmetic finger the the tip, a sudden spark lighting the tube of sweet narcotic before Mercia took a long inhale and then a slow exhale as she savored it. The woman hated to tell Lucien this of course, she knew of his sister and what had happened on the planet but she wasn't so sure herself, maybe there were actually survivors. "Maybe she made it off after all, you never know. Likely with heretics but that's the risk you take." The woman puffed once more and looked to Aura for her input sourt of. " And I trust you want t speak?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>