[b]The mauled body of Geram Toic was present in the hallway the Inquisitor walked in. He was kneeling besides the barely scathed Nemesis Daemonhammer that he kept.[/b] "May the Emperor guide your soul..." He said in a low voice, then picking up the Daemonhammer. He stood up once more, his Power Armor perhaps a permanent addition to his look. He grieved silently for the Inquisitor that never came to be. [spoiler]Open, Daemons better watch the fück out. like I'm serious.[/spoiler]