"To those of faith, let them pray. To those who think, give pause and relfection..." A silky, overconfident voice spoke out, something strange buzzing behind his words, a ladent, almost hypnotic guile. "But to those who seek conflict, then them look no further then the door." Stepping from around a pillar, his part axe, part scythe, part mace staff clutched in his right hand, a freshly flayed skull in the other. Bright silvery eyes inspecting the depth of those now hollow sockets in teh bone mass. "I trust, my aid was well recieved?" As he looked to each noteworthy figure in turn, before falling upon the Khoranite. "Ferrik," They have never met before, "Your Lord favored us this day, and delivered more then I had asked..." Looking into those eyes, it was apparent, they did in fact glow of their own accord.<br/><br/>Turning to the tech priestess, he watched her keenly, a bemused expression on his thin lips. Tossing the skull aside, he brushed some long ebony curtains of hair behind one ear, "Before I went into trance, I felt, more then saw the power of your marvelous inovation... And aplaude your efforts to outfit our troops." Dipping his head ever so slightly...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>