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The feasts in the fang were always great events to behold and to be a part of if any outsider was ever lucky enough to be invited to the inside the Space Wolves mountain fortress. Of course this man was extremely lucky to be there, relations between the inquisition and the Space Wolves were tense and unsettled at best of times, with a few events in the last century that have worsened the relationship between the two. Not to mention the great wolf Logan Grimnar had never truly forgiven them and the administratum for what they did shortly after the first Armageddon war. This man knew about all that, his master had been sure to remind to be very careful about what he said or did while he was at the fang and that he word his masters request very diplomatically.

As he approached the great hall where the feast was being held he started to attract attention, sideways looks and grumbles of disapproval. The wolves knew he had entered there den and only suspected what he might want. They suspected that even after what the inquisition had done and how much dislike and distrust lay between the two forces that he had come to plea for help in some hopeless war that the inquisition was thinking of designating a too high priority and they needed the help of an Astartes chapter and were doing a bit of fishing to see which chapter would take up the call to arms. Many of them enjoyed the idea of the fact the Inquisition was here to beg. To a certain extent they were correct, what it was all about they knew they wouldn’t have to wait long to have an idea, or for a fight to break out. Most were hoping for the latter to happen, a lot of them would love the idea of swinging a punch at an inquisitorial representative.

As he strode in to the hall, he noticed a few heads and whispers turn his way, fortunately it was only a few though and he carried on around the hall through the crowds of Astartes soldiers and personnel, on towards the messages intended target. As the huge, wise looking soldier noticed him a stern look crossed his face before turning to excuse him-self from the conversation to much protest, as he was clearly in the middle of telling a very excitable story or a funny one considering the faces of those that he shared a table with him. He got up and approached the man and then took him to one side. He was definitely different from the rest; he had an air of confidence and authority about him. Of course the inquisitorial agent recognised who he was, but he doubted he knew who he was.

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