The burly man looked over Alaric, arms crossed. He adjusted his monocle and snorted, finally nodding at the former guardsman. Without a word, he went to a large metal door and unlocked it. A moment later, he reappeared with a long-lasrifle and three charge packs. "I expect them returned. We are running short on supplies and need every gun we can get. Blasted greenskins will bleed us dry before long. Now, leave."