@BadDo9 | @Vlayden

"Khaela Mensha Khaine calls, and I respond to his call." The Aspect Warrior responded and bowed in acknowledgment of his inferiority of rank and skill to his mentor, helmet still held under his left arm he now turned to said newcomer. Anduthir's eyes glimmer with curiosity of the individual, but the purpose of duty prevailed.

"Greetings, my name is Anduthir, but ask your questions as we move. We have purpose and we shall fulfill it." The Aspect was overly formal, due to the presence of the Exarch and the respect to the fallen soul who has nothing but thirst of blood. It was equally frightening as it was necessary. Without those who give completely into war, how would one know what it is to not live in war? Certainly the ways of Khaine have their price, but at least it allows the Craftworlders to defend themselves against the dangers of the galaxy.

Shaking the thoughts off due to side-tracking he offered a faint smile to the newcomer and started to march off to the armory. His medium-length, ponytail-dressed, light brown hair waved slightly left and right from his quick movement. Perhaps to challenge the newcomers speed and endurance, perhaps to get faster away from the aura of death of the Exarch.

"If he is as good as you say he is.... Well, it's worth trying out what he cooks." Ariskia replied, trying and failing miserably to suppress a smile at her friend's choice of words to describe where he wanted to do. So as Celarena took her seat she said to Taeris "Well, I'll let you order for both of us seeing as I haven't been here before, so you'll likely know what's the best thing to have." The atmosphere of the place was enjoyable, she had some good company and apparently the food was brilliant according to her friend, so she had high hopes that this outing went swimmingly.

"Vailaniel Malkan - a pleasure to meet you." She said politely to him, wasting little time in following his lead.
"This is a shrine, correct? The Striking Scorpions?" The eldar soon asked, glancing over to him within a few seconds. "I hadn't seen one with my own eyes in a long time, so forgive me if I may seem childish in my memory. I'd only recently decided to choose this as my new Path."

As oblivious as she almost seemed, she at least was fit in form. The Striking Scorpions were some of he most physically demanding, leaving their warriors stronger than most - perhaps even those of their Darker 'cousins', those of which were never spoken of. Someone has been training, it seems.

“I understand that you can’t stray too far, but perhaps this could be a pleasant distraction for you.” With a gentle inclination of his head, Ladornarr indicated that this was to his satisfaction and extended his left arm forwards in a gesture that says “lead the way”.

As they walked towards the exit of the grotto, leaving the sounds and sights of it behind, Ladornarr began “So how goes the training of the new musicians? Their music certainly seems ready for the concert.”

Ladornarr walked besides his old mentor and ensured that he paid attention to how his mentor walked and talked. Ladornarr didn't think that the journey was far, but wanted to start on a familiar subject for Anahar.

< @Maleth >

Taeris looked at his friend and grinned. He was a contagious sort of Eldar, one whose cheer and energy would spread around. It was almost impossible for one to be upset when he was happy. "Ah!" he chuckled, looking around the restaurant. It was an open-air place, with the tables set around a central grill where the male Saim-Hann immigrant worked, as well as a female who seemed to be a Biel-Tan native.

"You know, Ariska?" he began, losing his dramatic flair for a moment. "I have a really good feeling today. Just, real good. " he said before standing up. Some had likened him to a Harlequin, such was his passion and style of poetry. "I shall go and request our food, fair maiden. Watch for my return." he chuckled again and walked to the grill.

< @Nurianis >

Anahar smiled and returned the slight nod, setting off at a gentle, but not slow, pace. His strides were long, as if he walked with purpose, but there was an elegance to all his movements, as if he attempted to imitate the grace of music in his very being.

"Their music is most ready, certainly." he said with a soft smile, a small turn in the eyes betraying a wistful desire. "And they embrace it with the passion I once saw in you." he smiled at his old learner before playing with something in his pocket. "Perhaps I am getting old, but I sometimes desire to explore once again as they do. Yet I have difficulty finding the correct muse to inspire me."

They were not far from the eatery now. Close enough that when Taeris turned around, he could see Anahar's unique bearing, and began to feel excitement grow inside him as he moved to sit back near his friend.

Ladornarr looked towards the pocket that Anahar fiddled with. Not enough to appear rude, but just long enough to ensure that Anahar knew that he was interested. Ladornarr thought did not say anything. If Anahar wanted to share, then Ladornarr would listen and he made it clear in his gaze that he would listen. If Anahar didn’t want to talk about whatever was in his pocket then Ladornarr would not force the issue.

With a comforting smile Ladornarr looked to Anahar. “Perhaps,” Ladornarr hesitantly said “you look for someone in your life to inspire you?” With the slightest exaggeration in his moments he looked around the eatery as if looking for someone, his tone and body language suggested that Ladornarr was not looking for someone he knew but was looking on the behalf of Anahar for someone to inspire him. The gentle smile he gave Anahar after his viewing of the room was one of hope and boundless possibilities.

@BadDo9 | @Vlayden

"The Shrine of the Shadowed Blade." Andurith said purposefully. It appeared the woman was a talkative one. It would be interesting to see if she was patient enough for the hunter aspect, or if she would give too much into the energetic forms of aggressive close combat quarters. He gave not into the chit-chat of her past, mostly because he still was an introvert, and secondarily because he was testing her patience, and the lack of speaking also allowed him to save breath, thus to be more agile and delicate in his movement - despite his bulky-looking armor. Leading her to the armory-part of the shrine. He opened the door and stepped inside, simply stopping in the center of it and gesturing with a flat palm to the suits of armor around himself. Vailaniel was to pick whatever armor and ythrain-suit was calling out to her.

She merely nodded to his words now, staying quiet for the time being: as much as she was content with speaking, the silence made her assume something was occuring.
... Or, that it was simply tradition, to speak little within the Shrine. Who knows?

When they entered the armoury however, she looked about and took in a breath, staring at each suit and walking to different ones, eyeing them from helm to boot, admiring the craftsmanship that was put into each piece.
Eventually, perhaps a minute or two later she finally settled in front of one particular set and rested her hand on the helm, nodding. Without speaking a word she lifted the helm and looked it over, feeling a jump in her chest. This...
This one felt like it'd be best. Perhaps it literally had called out to her. Maybe merely a gut feeling, to choose this set of armour, or perhaps simply chance. Whatever it was, she looked about and turned to him.

"I presume that I may take this one?"

@Jorimel @BadDo9

"Of course," Valerian nodded and his chainsword remained turned off, the sharp teeth motionless and silent. He went through a basic warm-up session before clashing the blade with Linaya. He started off slowly, missing steps and finding the sword hitting nothing but air, but as the time passed he got more hang of it, although he was no where near her level - the action similar to a man waking up from a deep slumber.

"Aye, to answer your question, I have walked the path of the Warrior twice in my youth, for a century I was a member of the Shining Spears and I spent another century in the aspect of the Dire Avengers, both times on a shrine here on this Craftworld. However that was a long ago and I thought I left that life behind me for good, at least before..." he paused for a moment before continuing, "Before Khaine called to me again." It was still to early for the truth and despite Linaya looking quite friendly and decent, Valerian decided against saying anything more than it was needed.

"Tell me, for you look quite familiar with this place - how long have you been walking the path of the Striking Scorpions?"

@BadDo9 | @Vlayden

Andurith gave a mere quick nod as response. Wordlessly he walked up to her and handed her over the ythrain-suit. "We need to get ready for training. You may put all but the helmet on, for it is only to be worn as the gaze of Khaela Mensha Khaine himself, as the mask of death, blood and destruction." He instructed her, luckily he would not be the teacher of the newcomer. Andurith was only a bit longer here than her anyway. And there was yet much to learn. Having handed off the skin-tight piece of clothing he took a few steps distance and turned away, allowing her to change without being looked upon, due to respect.