<Tomb World of Solemnace> <Glyndyr Ogandaur, Hykanatoi of Legio Custodes> As a statue he stood immobile, his brow burdened by an ornamental aquilla that perched on his auramite helmet, just above the forehead. One armored hand resting at Misercordia's handle sheated on his waist, another holding the Guardian Spear in a sentinel position. Despite surrounded by aliens both grim and foul, Custodian exercised perfect control over himself, for to even show signs of suffering and anger at their mere presence is a small victory over his humanity. Thus he remained calm, stoic of both manner and word. Even at the mention of murder - of none other then a Chapter Master of Adeptus Astartes, Ogandaur remained calm. For as long as he is at the mercies of this thing, he is unable to act, unable to fulfill his duty, and dying here at the hands of these wretches would not serve the Golden Throne in any way. Waiting for everyone to finish saying their piece, for he did not wish to mar his voice by attempting to outspeak a xeno, Ogandaur asked: "And what of the red-robed human I came with? Does he still live?" He was not addressing Tarzyn by name, but he stared this whole time at no one else. <Shrine World of Gharnus, Segmentum Ultima> By unknown means, the creature teleported him another others - probably mercenaries in it's employ - to a verdant area. After a ignoble landing, Custodian stood up, twisting his neck left-right after a rought fall directly on his face. Were it not for his faceplate, he might've even wounded himself. Crunching twigs and dirt with each step, Ogandaur tried to remember last time he walked across a living breathing planet. Is it possible that almost eleven thousand years has passed? If so, if any of what the implanted knowledge told him was true, his Liege was in dire need of an assistance. Discarding the unneeded reminiscence, he attempted, with less success, to fight down the rising panic at religious imagery and frescoes of the 'God-Emperor Ascending to the Golden Throne' and what it portrayed. Yet, He surely cannot be dead, for if he was the Light of the Hollow Mountain would extinguish as well. As long as it shines, hope remains that He is still alive. My King, it seems we have won one war only to lose another. Deep in thought, he spared a moment to mourn Lord Malcador and his heroic passing. The Hero was well known to the Emperor's Praetorians, for he was the only mortal to be allowed to be in His presence without armed guard. His duty called him to Terra, but also kept him here, for his charge was still kept by the foul alien. Whatever role the Magos might have played in the Imperium eleven thousand years ago, might still be relevant now. Call of duty is, after all, eternal. Deciding to complete the task set before him by his captor but not in the way the xeno would expect, Ogandaur moved down the clearing to the main road. He thought of discarding the item the alien gave him, for nothing can be trusted from such a being, but he kept it anyway, hiding it beneath his cloak. There are probably some invisible strings attached to him that keeps him in the creature's thrall. Throwing away it's items might anger it and whisk him away from this world, just as quick as he came to. Walking down the the main road, Ogandaur sought to commandeer one of the vehicles, eager to get to the Governor's Palace as quickly as possible.