Wrax, whose curiosity has been stirred by the two other people in the room straightens up his large frame and moves to get a closer look. As he steps into the light his obvious size and power becomes apparent and between the plates of his flack armour hundreds of tiny scars criss cross his bear skin in a silvery web.

Walking straight past the woman he comes to a stop a few paces from the void born and studies him carefully. More to break the silence than anything else he addresses the psyker in an almost jovial manner.

'So...void born eh?... Don't know how you can handle that, I cant be done without at least some natural gravity at least once in a while.'