Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20150412000734/@comment-24580172-20150418182641

The Sable Seer slowly walks back towards his master, his metalic voice ringing out as his beak-like mask bobs with his words; "My Lord, the messages have been sent and recieved. Shall I be of any further use?"

At the word use, the Seer's metalic voice crackles slightly with static and his head jerks off to the side in a random musclar twitch. He bows low, keeping himself short but keeping his face directed towards his Lord. He delightfully wonders when he will be of more use, without the ability to stress his powers sickness usually overcame him and made him dreafully ill. He shifts his beak-like mask to look at all the individual soliders around him, some had terrorfied looks on their faces from the Seer's appearance and others appeared to have barely disguised contempt for him. They didn't bother him, what interested him above all was his Master. This very interesting man, how very interesting. Would he care to gain insight? Insight would be invaluable to a Rogue Trader of this tier, afterall the eyes he gained from his insight were invaluable.