Steinolf rolled his eyes Gaius, though the left corner of his mouth did lift slightly.  "Yes, scraps pawed over by greenskins," he drawled, the idea a rather ludicrous one in his opinion.  "I am certain the Mechanicus will be simply delighted by the prospect."  He grunted in affirmation when the librarian mentioned his companion, Freki.  "I had not planned on it.  He will not be happy about it, I am sure, but better that he remain here this time."  He returned the clap to his shoulder by lightly rapping one gauntlet clad fist against his brother's chest.  "I look forward to seeing you unleash your fury upon them, brother.  You are almost as fearsome as a Rune Priest when you become truly riled."  He chuckled and started on his way to the armory, wanting to take his time in selecting his gear after all.  "First Battle-Brother to take an Ork's head may have a drink from my flask of Mjød."