@Vulpas @Wata @Uriel1339 "We've other concerns," Jocelyn said. The renegade nobleman stood watch while the Astartes came to. He had elected to draw his laspistol, keeping it concealed under his cloak while he watched the streets of Bile's Bile. Truthfully, the Rogue Trader did not expect the weapon to deter the most psychotic and bestial of the shanty town's occupants, but it was a reliable sidearm and could be counted on to lay most creatures --- barring Astartes, of course --- low. For that other sort of thing, he had his power sword. "We will need to cross the wilderness if we are to reach Malthor's Master," Jocelyn explained. "The wilderness is rife with mutants and wretches come nightfall. Night is falling soon. While I do not doubt our ability, I would rather spare myself the trouble," the Rogue Trader succinctly summarized for his companions' benefit. "I have heard your kind are sturdy and tireless. Let us move, we can talk about your findings on the way," he decides, as he strides out from their corner and into the streets, setting course for the city gates.