"Kolandra Dailito, of Craftworld Ulthwé. Pleasure to meet you Valerius; your chapter's hospitality towards strangers is admirable, to say the least" She returned the bowing gesture as she spoke.

"You see, Miss Kolandra, we always greet amicable strangers with open arms. Especially ones as bonito as you..." He chuckles.

"your accent... I'm, unfamiliar with it. I've heard space marines talk before, but not in that exact linguistic..." She had an eyebrow raised under her helmet. In fact, probably more polite to take hers off too.

"That is because it is unique to me, Señorita. You will only find it in those that descend from my Gene-Seed."

"right, I see..." Kolandra reached up and removed her helmet to show her face, her void-black hair releasing and flowing down to her shoulders as it covered the pale seamless skin beneath. Meanwhile, she was still having conflicting thoughts inside. Was this chapter even associated with the imperium? Maybe not; that would explain a lot of the behaviour she was encountering. Not to mention, she'd already met another unassociated human on board the Bloodwrath who claimed to be from an entirely different dimension with no emperor or imperium whatsoever. So, in her recent experience, almost anything seemed possible now. But no. Right now, the warlock had just wished that her peers hadn't taught her to be soo paranoid around other sentients.

"But enough talking in the door. Please, come in!" He steps out of the way, letting her enter the monastery.

"oh, thank you" Kolandra obliged and stepped inside, passing through the large doors and getting to grips with the structure's interior.