Kolandra has been wandering alone through the Bloodwrath's corridors and halls for some time now, attempting at least to perform some sort of 'perimeter guard duty'. Not exactly the wisest thing to do, even if she had friendly company. Too much was going on inside her head; thousands, maybe millions of external voices and thoughts from aliens and demons alike resonated through her thoughts, from almost every corner of the tainted vessel. It unfortunately also gave the warlock a sense of how massive this haunted house of horrors really was; almost too big to comprehend as a ship. Even by Craftworld standards, they we all trapped withing a gargantuan construct. Attempting to form some sense of clarity from all the 'thought mess', Kolandra had focussed in on a particular area within the Bloodwrath; an area that seemed to be holding a high density of imperial-minded humans, interestingly all with matching ideals. It was something at least, so she did what any naïve idiot would do and decided to track down the source of this... 'psychic equilibrium'. Soon enough, she found the camp of the Imperial Panthers. Walking out of a winding corridor that connected to the vast chamber in which the settlement resided, the seer halted and stood at the corridor's exit, assessing the new sight she had just come across.