"If I were concerned with morale, my lord, I'd have stayed aboard one of the ships with the Astartes rather than here. But then, I wouldn't have been able to pray with any of the sisters, though that's neither here nor there." Pallas followed the General, hands still clasped behind his back. Luckily, it was at the time that his retinue arrived all together.<br/><br/><br/>Chaner, a grizzled Mordian Iron Guardsman, though you'd never tell from looking at him. In his years in the Iron Guard, he barely earned any facial scars, kept himself clean shaved, and was a lanky, tall fellow with a young face, save his thick white moustache, and in his bright blue dress uniform with all his medals pinned to his chest. Behind Chaner came Salavo, a middle aged priest, dressed in light armour decorated everywhere with symbols of the Emperor, the Imperium and Holy Terra. As if ushered in by Salavo, was a wary looking wisp of a young man, dressed all in black and seeming nervous about everything down to the air he breathed, named Bennett.<br/><br/><br/>"Did the Magos happen to inform you of where exactly this mysterious device is located, or what it looks like? For that matter, any details regarding it at all?" Despite the content of his words, Pallas did his best to keep his face and the tone of his voice completely neutral.