His lips, set on a willowy face, never lost their grin, as he modestly tall for a human. "By all means, it is, after all, the spoil of our victory... The latest of many..." The words a haunting, confident statement, more fact then promise. "Now, if I may be so bold, who is in charge here? That I may seek orders, and a direction to which unpleash my gifts against our enemy?" Looking to the 'prophet'... And then the Khorn Seargant. "Or will I resume doing as I see fit, to help further our cause of course..." The maul on the end of his staff, the bottom side, was a hollow construction, looking like three spiked rings, two set perpendicular to eachother while parrallel to the staff's direction, the last opposed to these. The scythe and axe heads met back to back on the top end. And chain woven with a leather whip adorned it's length. "Well?" He asked, head tilting like a curious cat, one brow slightly arching...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>