"Don't worry, the witch won't cause any trouble," Alaric said with steel in his voice, "I will see to that."<br/><br/>He had never really liked the presence of a witch, but he also had never really had a choice.  As long as she stayed in line, he would not have to kill her and explain himself to the Inquisitor.  His reasoning would likely prove faulty as far as the Inquisition was concerned.  If she served the Imperium properly, she would hopefully have the decency to die doing as good a work as she could before she would force someone else to end her sad little life as a blight upon the Imperium.<br/><br/>His voice softened ever so slightly as he turned toward the heretic in waiting and said, "wait.  Didn't they issue you a rifle before we got sent down here?  Or..."<br/><br/>The former guardsman groaned and pinched his nose for a moment, glancing toward Locke.  "Nevermind.  I don't care. Commander, would you like anything retrieved or looked into in the jungle?  I'd like to give back to the Guard in any way I can for this service."