The Lord-Captain looked over at at the approaching Psyker, slowly turning his head to face him. With a blank, expressionless face he simply said, "Prince who?" in a very confused, disorientated tone.

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Totally throwing an entirely fluffy Deceive check here.
(1d100)[63] vs 51 Fellowship, Trained in Deceive.


He managed to hold the expression for several long moments of complete befuddlement before he continued on. "I take it you want a proper ride as well, and not to be shot like a torpedo at a planet, hoping the Machine Spirits decide to slow down before you end up as little more than a stain upon a mountainside?"