The wizened astartes, Fabius Bile, sits hunched over his work bench. The mechanical arms if his Chirurgeon extends its spidery mechanical limbs over his shoulders, dissecting a specimen and providing samples for his microscope. He doesn't turn to you, but he seems to sense your presence. The sickly chaos marine takes a deep, shuddering breath before he speaks.

A visitor. His voice is gravely with age, yet deep and dominating. Another candidate for my Consortium?