"Hmph. Even so, That fight is not my own. I have other things to do. I have a bloodline to avenge. My own." She looks over at Noiratrom, whose old form didn't do him much justice. His armour was worn and old, as were his traits. Wrinkled akin, tured features and dented horns. "Sorry old man, but I'll pass." [i]"Let us make... an agreement. We help you avenge your family, and make amends. I may not look like it, but I did kill Slaanesh, with help from my friends. We help you settle your debt, then you come with us."[/i] She sighs. "You're a stubborn one, I'll give you that. And you did kill that prick for me. Not exactly pleased with that, but the realistic side of me was rather contempt, seeing as I had no plan on how to elimiante it." She sighs again, throwing her arms in the air. "Fine! You win. But my objective comes first, understood?" [i]"Yes. We will help you avenge your family."[/i] Noiratrom scratched his Fu Manchu style beard, holding his cane. "Well alright then. Suppose I could use the help for my last Target. He knows I'm coming for him, so he bunkered himself down."