Editing Idranel (section)

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Idranel was annoyed. The Warlock may not have had any precognitive powers to rely upon, but he could sense the ebb and flow of the power that radiated in the Farseer, and she was most certainly radiating discomfort.

"Farseer Idranel, have you fors-" a wraithbone armoured hand popped up in front of the Warlock's face, silencing him more out of surprise than anything. For her part, the Farseer had not turned to face him, eyes locked down on a small wraithbone pad that resonated with a psychically projected image upon it.

"Did I, or did I not ask you to be thorough when you chose Rangers and Pathfinders to perform the necessary duties in this system?" Idranel's voice was level, somehow. The Warlock felt himself getting more than a little concerned.

"... none of them had taken part in Kaurava or Kronus, if that's what you're asking" the Warlock answered hesitantly.

"I asked for an intelligence report on Meridian. What I got was" the pad was forced into the Warlock's hands, "This"

Quickly, the Warlock scrolled through the 'report'... a lovingly detailed description of a human administrator and how much the Pathfinder desired to see Idranel and the monkeigh tongue-bath one another.

"... I'm assuming he sent the wrong report" The Warlock sighed, "He came in high regard... but I guess he's been on the path of the outcast too long"

There was an uneasy silence for a moment, before Idranel's anger seemed to fade away.

"Well, he's been sent to Typhon to manage the Orks there" the Farseer explained.

"Didn't you divine that the Blood Ravens would be arriving... there...?" the Warlock's words trailed off, as Idranel started to smile, her face with the predatory look of a Tyranid Warrior on it.