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[IC] The Lesser of Two Heresies.

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HexaDoken:
Hestiantly as well, HexaDoken follows the lizardman in. He stays near the curtain and sighs. Mercerenary then takes a look at his backpack, looking for something, but shortly after he weighs it back on the shoulder and sighs once again.

Sylith:
Woman smiles again and takes a few steps to the fireplace. Now it's clear what was she leaned against - a table. And on the table there is a knife and few already disemboweled fishes.
Waiting for everyone to come in and make themselves comfortable, she puts a grill on top of the fire, then meat on the grill. Her hands are pale and soft, strangely soft. Long, artistic fingers...
It's brighter near the fire, so you can see the band on her eyes more clearly - material it's made of is thick and black. And dull compared to embroiders on in - simple pattern, made of purple and green thread which shimmers in light. It looks expensive and for sure was not made in Underhive. On the other side, Seer's robes fit description of an Hive exile perfectly. They're long and tattered, in a few layers... and dusty. 
As fishes start to roast, an appetizing smell slowly fills the small cave. Not as nice as smell of a clean, healthy fish from a feral world, but still can make a person drool.
There are no stools to sit on. Only the floor. Nearly enough place for five people.

Klear:
At last MkLear breaks his uncharacteristic silence.

"You're a psyker, right? But unless I'm mistaken, that's not why you say you know about us. I was hoping we will find a..." he hesitates briefly. "A friend here."

Sylith:
"Maybe. Or maybe not" she responds shortly, standing on her toes to take few ceramic mugs from the highest shelf. You can notice she's barefoot. "But first, you have something that feels familiar, although I am not yet sure, what it might be..."
She stops for a while, pouring some clean water into cups. She gives them to you and speaks again while handling the mug to the red-haired mercenary.
"Would you be so nice to enlighten me in that matter?"
Once again she acts like she can perfectly see you and all the surroundings, though the band on her eyes really doesn't look like a transparent one.

HexaDoken:
"We aren't asking each other for help, right?" - says HexaDoken before taking the cup with one hand and drinking a bit. His other hand takes a gemstone out of the jacket. Mercerenary holds it between himself and the Seer, his look freezed on the jewel.

"If this isn't it," - says he after a few seconds, - "then I'm out of ideas."

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