@Jammysod Persephone too perused the letter, though she did not let it stop her eating - even now, she considered it a rare, valuable pleasure, even with the food being a poor excuse for slop even in the eyes of Imperial Guardsmen, and more than likely made from people. The Medrengardian had a habit to think unnecessary thoughts. There was no need for her to consider this invitation, for her master was Corvum and none else, and he would decide where she'd go. But she could not help feeling suspicious of this. They were not people of great fame, or infamy, even. Her masters should think her dead, and there were aught else who knew of her gifts. When Corvum's deep voice boomed its command, Persephone immediately dropped her utensils and produced an off-white, stained cloth rag from her robes, wiping off her hands. She nodded, rose from her seat, and gently took his gear into her hands. The tall woman sunk to one knee to present her master with his helmet, head lowered.