Arl nodded at the techpriestess's offered words, but made no reply to preclude any further discourse. He was as familiar as any guardsman with the basic rites of supplication that all members of the Imperial Guard learned in order to placate the machine spirits of their weapons, and he aspired to know no more than that. The savage had no perceived need of further understanding and no ambition for greater learning; he was at peace with his role as one of many whose purpose was to deliver unto the Emperor's enemies a dose of pure, unreasoning violence.<br/><br/>He looked, as the others did, at the man and the panoply of his industry, but they were things beyond Arl's capacity to fathom and held little meaning for him.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Arl Fails His Perception Test By Two Degrees</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Cold Heritage rolled: 1d100<br/>Comment: Perception roll 20<br/>Result: 48,<br/>Total: 48</div></div>