Ferrik passed by the altar with a bemused frown. The Slaaneshi. Weak, frail pleasure junkies. He did not for one second doubt why mighty Khorne had made Slaanesh his rival. With his helmet danglign from his belt, he slid a blood smeared hand over his shortly cropped, grey hair. He eyed the trio for a while longer as the two men pounded the woman. Over the coppery smell of blood thier juices could just be barely scented. Once again he felt like pushing that activation rune and see the teeth of his blade do its business. Eventually he decided against it, and moved on.<br/><br/>Soon enough he found what he was looking for. The icon of his deity at side of the great star of Chaos. Ferrik for once found a mutual respect for some of his comrades, looking over to a group of nurgle cultists, as they offered great drapes of flayed skin to their Grandfather. Nurgle, a slow and dim good, but a god to respect none the less, Ferrik decided and turned to his own icon.<br/>He did not say any prayers, nor did he lay down any sacrifise. To just salute the icon was enough. He did not wish to anger the Throne. Khorne cared little for anything outside combat and he was going to make sure he did not make anything dissaproving.<br/><br/>Heading for the entrance Ferrik noticed a heavily augmented individual, sporting a customised rifle dressed in clothing of once luxurious design, but now the colors had been dulled by age and worn out through combat. He decided that he did not like the man. There was too much going on, and that grand rifle spoke of cowardice. The real centre of attention, though, was the tech-priest, with long robes and more tech than a Land Raider.<br/>Hearing the machine adept speak he was vaguely surprised to here a womans voice, but it was her choice of words that interested him.<br/><br/><i>"There may be less here than I thought"</i>, she said.<br/><br/>"The Corpse God is not known to favour his weakling bastards. You would find yourself out of luck if you are trying to find anything else than pillagers and aroused Slaaneshi here, adept. Or you came to pray?"<br/>His words were gruff, thick and straight to the point.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>