The God of Choice barely spared the fragment a glance at his impatience. "The best sensor packages that my infantry troops are using can just BARELY make out the taint that rest on the villagers before us. You said we have nearly eighty five minutes before they 'hatch,' so I will wait another five minutes for the best ship based sensors to arrive, and confirm the presence of our enemy. I can barely sense it, and from what I am sensing, they might just be drinking from a well with a decomposing biohorror corpse in it. Until I confirm the presence of the enemy, I will wait. With heavy weapons ready, yes, but wait.<br/><br/>Better to burn the thousand here, to get a better sensor to prevent this from happening another thousand times, then stop this and miss the next ones. We will save who we can, as many as we can, and ensure the rest die as cleanly as we can. That is the Death Guard way."<br/><br/>He sighed, before retracting his helm, and then giving the fragment a look. "Besides, I think we have something to talk about for the next five minutes."<br/><br/>He turned back to the village, a small smile creasing his face. "I am Draiss Arcaniss, God of Choice, Archdragon, Beyonder Bane, Commander of the Death Guard, and many other, equally illustrious and useless titles. And you are probably wondering why I look like you, or more accurately, why you look like me."