[ Heinrix, being a perfectly sane and logical man, clenched his jaw so hard one would think his teeth would crack. His slightly mismatched eyes narrowed, and he looked her up and down with new eyes. Well, what little he could, given her diminutive size.
He does not help her up, his arms crossed over his chest. ]
A changeling.
[ He says, his voice tight. ] I do know that word, the type. The Trickster of Tzeentch.
[ Unfortunately, to Heinrix, a Changeling is a Very Bad Thing to encounter. He is trying so, so hard not to murder everything he encounters today. So hard. ]
I am an Inquisitor of the Holy Ordos Xenos. [ Which... probably tells her absolutely nothing. No, this is no Herald of Tzeentch, but he must be cautious. This stays his hand. ] And a Psyker. Something I suspect few know anything about.
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He does not help her up, his arms crossed over his chest. ]
A changeling.
[ He says, his voice tight. ] I do know that word, the type. The Trickster of Tzeentch.
[ Unfortunately, to Heinrix, a Changeling is a Very Bad Thing to encounter. He is trying so, so hard not to murder everything he encounters today. So hard. ]
I am an Inquisitor of the Holy Ordos Xenos. [ Which... probably tells her absolutely nothing. No, this is no Herald of Tzeentch, but he must be cautious. This stays his hand. ] And a Psyker. Something I suspect few know anything about.
[ He does not elaborate. ]