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-Capt'n, there's a swordwind seer outside who says he needs to see you.

-Bring in the witch!

Nereidd shot a glance at Hauclir that would’ve frozen a warp spider mid-jump.

-Whoever’s in that head, let me do the bloody talking.

-Whatever!

-Put your helmet on at least, I don’t want outsiders seeing your face like that.

-Yiff!

Nereidd shook her head in disbelief as she watched Hauclir, or whomever that was controlling his motions put on the helmet with dodgy motions. The helmet, once a beautiful piece of armour made by the best artificers in the craftworld now was notched in million places, its’ beautiful turquoise hue scratched, its crest missing many hairs. It looked like an exodite fowl that was thrown outside a falcon mid-flight.

Then the Swordwind seer entered the room.

By corsair standards, he looked ridiculous. The Eldar led many different types of living qualities; some called themselves Exodites, and preferred living in forgotten planets like their ancestors, living off the land and being happy about it. Some preferred piracy, and named themselves corsairs which was hard-earned work, and involved many dangers. The others, those who live in the craftworlds mostly avoided battle and many of them have never heard a gunshot in their lifetime.

The Swordwind seer had the air about him of a craftworlder. His head was held high, his shoulders swinging with the motion like even walking was a dance for him. He wore an elegant robe with many runes and symbols around, and the design of his helmet held in his hand looked very “posh” for Nereidd. But his eyes betrayed this whole facade. Nereidd took one look at his eyes and knew that the seer was capable in combat as she was, and was not to be ridiculed with.

-Well met Nereidd and Hauclir of Saim-Hann!

-Mmmh

-Well met Thalion-Gilgalad!, I’ve been expecting your visit, in fact, I believe we should’ve done this earlier.

-Yes indeed, I think you and I have a lot to talk about your movements in the sector, and how it will effect the swordwinds aims.

-We tried being as reclusive as we can, we needed the secrecy because, as you can see we have very limited resources and time. We just need...

-Parmesan!

-...a few more cycles to complete our search in the sector and move on, hopefully with what we need.

Thalion-Gilgalad took a glance at what he perceived as the leader of this rag-tag warband with an expression of confusion.

-And what is it?

-I unfortunately cannot tell you that. I can, however, promise you that we will hold these few zones till we’re done and hand them over to you after we’re done here. I see no disadvantage in your position.

-You make a powerful argument seer Nereidd. I can foresee that conflicting with you about this has no profit for the swordwind. We shall continue our quest without interfering and watch your actions carefully. Thank you for your time.

With that, the swordwind seer got up from his seat, and started walking to the small doorway as the sound of Hauclir’s snoring rang the room aloud. The seer turned glanced backwards to Nereidd.

-I don’t know what you’re after Nereidd, but I hope you good luck on your quest, it seems that you will need it more than I do. May Isha guide you on your perilous journey.