Fumizuki could feel her hair stand on end when she glanced in Eliza's direction, causing her to let out a squeak of alarm and hide behind Dax. "Pwotect me fwom the scawwy lady, Auntie Dax."
" It would appear what we have amongst us here is a specimen from amongst the drukharii, naturally, this comes as no surprise to me for I expected they would make their way here eventually. From the looks of her a Khainite Wych, eager to partake in libations of the sanguine variety as ritual to their deity. A most menacing omen indeed, fortunately, ever holding to the wisdom the primer had first graced me with I tend to keep an insurance policy within reach. "
He added casually, referencing the chainsword which lingered within grasp attached to what appeared to be specific hoists.
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