Eyes darting between the conversations and the new comers Tarkus met each with a cold gaze. That thousand yard stare you saw from men who had seen too much. Truth be told his brown eyes were tired because he was tired. It seeped into his bones, making him feel much older.  The blonde woman disturbed him the most even as he checked her body with calculating eyes. Wearing the robe of the Mechanicus but the being filling them out was more out of place then the formal Ogryn. Shuddering he found the her very presence more frightening then the swamps of Dusk. It questioned the very fabric of reality that surrounded them.<br/><br/>Quietly he slipped into the shadows of the room by the door, his corner lit up by the end of his stick and the faint outline of his features. Even when the Arbitrator came through the door making that four of them. Curiously Tarkus wondered how many more new pets of the Inquisition would arrive. Any more and he would of put on his better fatigues with less blood stains. Looking down he fingered a ork blood stain faint against the olive fabric before glancing back at the trooper. From the scars and broken nose the Dusk born knew that they would make good friends. Someone who wasn't afraid to get dirty and throw a few punches. In fact by the way he carried himself Tarkus wondered if he was a frontline enforcer.<br/><br/>"Is that all of us?" A rough voice broke from the shadows as a cloud of smoke came with it "Any more and I may regret my decision to not put on my non blood stained fatigues."