[i][b]Bracheous would typically have dismissed that glint and the personality as something of a child, befitting of a man with a disability or something of that sort, although not Alon. No, instead when he shook his hand, he knew he was speaking to a man that was far, far more than just an equal to him. [/b][/i] "Well Alonfé, it's a pleasure to meet you." [i][b]Something about how Bracheous spoke made him seem as if his accent was... Heavier, coming out more as he spoke. JT sounded like you would imagine any native would have, although his voice came with a metallic ringing, befitting of most other Astares who beat helmets. So Bracheous led the Archmage around a corner, leading to a truly amazing bike, brfotging of an Adeptus Astares. The vehicle was certainly tall, but that was mainly to comfortably seat the Space Marines, as they were rather tall, eight foot figures normally. As Bracheous approached the bike, he felt a sense of happiness: This vehicle was the one thing they made sense to him in the entire Bloodwrath, this vehicle was his true weapon, and he kept it sheathed, until he unholstered it by revving the engine, and he fired the gun by darting to the camp, the loud roar of the engine filling the ears of any in the area who may be listening in. By the time they had gotten to the camp, it was late, even for the residents of the Bloodwrath. Due to the vessel being a quarter of the size if Terra, it took Bracheous a few hours to backtrack to the Imperium's camp where the Baltic Manticores and the Ultramarines set up shop, where Kat had rested herself as a Blood Wolf, and where Saint Agnes of the Sisters of Battle had rested herself, restoring her former glory and power. It was here where Bracheous had deactivated his bikes engines, letting the smoke from the exhaust pipes eventually die out wit the burning flames inside, and he stashed the vehicle around a corner, away from many prying eyes. [/b][/i] "Welcome to the sanctuary on this ship, the Imperium's main camp." [i][b]Bracheous said as he stared at it from a distance. He had led the Ultramarines and their primarch here, brought Agnes here, and now he brings Alonfé. Then it occurre to Bracheous that he was essentially the mailman of people, delivering them to this place of rest, and he allowed a slight chuckle to escape his lips, though his helmet kept all noise from escaping. [/b][/i]