Pleased with your decision you exit the chamber. Making your way across the metal corridors of the offshore ship the steady drum of activity can be heard as the naval crew prepares to meet the coast once more. Several deck hands can even be heard talking about the women back in the harbor, and anything they would do once they get back. At the end of the corridors towards the back of the ship was the Cardinals office. It stood apart from the outside by its solid wooden door with the carved sign of the Aquilla, but even that did the inside little justice. A carved mahogany desk sat upon the deep red sea of carpet. the back hull of the ship replaced with a solid window of glass showing the tranquil ocean beyond. and the Chair alone seemed to be the equivalent to the throne. Upon the throne sat a single old man. His face was aged by time, but constant rejuvenation services of the Ministorum could only work for so long until his mortal body failed him. Such was the way of things for a Cardinal of the God-Emperor of mankind. And yet he never spoke to you his frail frame seemingly mute as you recite your plans to scour the jungle canopy with an armed recon team. With not but a simple nod he approves of your plans before gesturing you to leave to complete your roll in the days to come.