Azrael has promised, perhaps not in word but in spirit, to not belittle the leader of this place. She is a small one, but he knows better than to doubt the small. It was the blood of Guardsmen (and Guardswomen) that won battles most of the time. Each sacrifice to be honored and all that.

But he's not there now, is he? And the gap between them is narrower than the gap between them had they been Imperium.

The look on his face is impassive, difficult to read. The looks on hers is equally nothing, and he finds that immediately soothing. Something he doesn't have to figure out. Something that isn't strange. "Azrael Pahadron," he states. "Of the Adeptus Astartes, the Black Templars." It likely means nothing to her-- it had meant nothing to Solulfur. "Solulfur has led me here, and told me much about your culture. I've come to see for myself."