Brund sneered at the stench beneath his helm, Kharn showed no emotion beneath his. The Plague marines were either valued allies that were relentless in fulfilling their objective, or merciless enemies. Brund hoped against the latter. Kharn spoke first. "What is your business here scion of nurgle, choose your words carefully." Brund naturally stiffened in the presence of a threat, they would not act though unless acted upon. This was the way of an uneasy alliance between traitors. Kharn on the other hand sat unmoving, waiting on the warrior's response.