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Rhall watched through the cloaked skiff's sensors as the cabal poured from their harvester, spreading out around the valley. He then adressed Kahniss, who had arrived unexpectidly in his own skiff, and joined Rhall in his.

"You are either mocking me, increadibly stupid, or, hold the execptionally rare quality of genuine respect for an archon who does not hold the title of priest, to continue calling me "lord". Either way, your plan is not without merrit, nor is it without fault. The cabal come seeking vengence against our house for many raids in the midst of their war with the hive. While I am willing to bet that their rage is such that they will attack any that they find, they are too slow too keep up with my prey. However, the vermin beneath the ice are neither so swift nor so few." Rhall said pointing to a display screen dipicting the cabal advancing upon a cave entrance with a few scattered fallen corpses bearing the colors of the house of flames.

"As for the light's servants, they follow the law of the hunt as much as I do. When the hounds first sight the prey, the prey shall run, and the hounds, with the scent, shall give chase." Rhall pointed to another screen dipicting a magnified image of a small section of the valley. Amognst the scrap and splintered rock, a dark red five-fingered handprint stood out, and when swiched to another visiual spectrum, so did the distinct fuel trail of a damaged pike leading southeast out of the valley.

"But reguarding you and your forces? I have been sent here to insure that our plans progress uninterrupted. Your task is to tear through the ruins and take what we need. To this end, if you respect my post and power at all, then I bid thee return to your ketch, regroup your forces, and redouble your efforts to find what we are looking for. I shall deal with any who would interfere with our plans."

Rhall then turned and opened a secure comms channel to the captain in charge of his pike-mounted forces. "Pikemaster, I bid thee gather 9 of thy finest trackers and set off after the prey. Follow the trail southeast, And DO NOT make the mistake of engaging them lest thy find thyself docked, demoted, and forever shamed."