Lupus smiles at the Feral Guardsman. "Emperor grant me the experience to prove myself worthy of such a title. No, I am a novice cleric in service to the Inquisition... as, i believe, are the rest of us here." He looks up as the door opens, revealing the unnaturally clean hallway. He glances at the others- the tech-priest, the assassin, the psyker, and the guardsman, and notices Helmuth whisper something, but doesn't catch what. He takes a moment, then squares his shoulders (which consists of him rising from his stooped posture slightly.)<br/><br/>"Time to meet our fate." And starts down the hallway.