Re: Black Crusade IC
The Night Lord looks around for a bit, scanning for any threats. Given the lack of shooting at him at the moment he decided to take the sniper's corpse and drag it to a safe corner, taking a hunk of his arm to chew upon, and marking him with the acid tongue-mark of his trade. He concentrated as he chewed in the corner, trying to discern what the man's voice might sound like.
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