Listening to his fellow Acolytes in conference around him, Brother Nuric offered up a silent prayer to the God-Emperor. He had yet to truly suss out the depth of faith in each of them, but at the very least they seemed committed to doing His work in the Inquisition. The depth of detail and planning was reassuring, each Acolyte contributing and seeming to see the issue from a different angle and bringing their own expertise to bear on the matter. While he himself was still getting his bearings in his new unsheltered life, he drew comfort from the capable comrades he'd found.

Nuric nodded in agreement with Qualia's comment on departure, thinking of his own meager belongings; nearly everything he owned was either on his person, or in a bag under his bed, ready to go. The benefits of an ascetic lifestyle, he supposed. While he had no love of void- or Warp-travel, he would do as he must to reach their destination; there might be souls in need of saving, or barring that, cleansing.