Dark Heresy: Into the Forests of the Night

[LadyTevar]

"It seems I will need to speak to the traders after all," she sighed, although she did have the foresight to pick out a warm jacket and a rain poncho in case of foul weather on the planet. She set those on the counter and waited for Zuriel to finish his discussion with the purser. "These, and an extra charge pack, please."

[Cynical Cat]

"Certainly," said the purser. "The poncho is oil slick treated, it's surface will repel water even in a hurricane and the stuffing in the jacket will keep you warm even if you're wet. Comes to twenty thrones, all told."

[LadyTevar]

A deep heavy sigh, but she handed the coins over. The cards had warned to be prepared... and she had yet to regret following them.

[Cynical Cat]

The rest of the day passed quickly. The acolytes found themselves dining with each other in the guest dining room. Crewmen in spotless white uniforms and vibrant scarlet sashes escorted them to a long dining hall with a red carpet. Holo images crafted to resemble stained glass depicted primarchs and saints along the walls while a suspensor chandelier set with a hundred holocandles hung over the center of the table.

Golden cherubim suspended on antigravs hovered into the room and delivered the first course, a deep bowl of hot, spiced potato soup. A crewman poured soup with a long handled silver laddle, filling a modest bowl for each acolyte before withdrawing.

[Cynical Cat]

The next course was a light salad consisting of lettuce with a vinegarette sauce and thin slices of mango served with a light white wine. The main course was served after and consisted thin slices of pork in a cranberry sauce, green beans in a buttery sauce, and brown rice mixed with peas and small chunks of cooked carrot. Several different wines were offered with the main course.

After that was a dessert consisting of a custard in burnt sugar glaze. The acolytes passed the meal mostly in silence and then returned to their quarters to sleep it off. Two more days remained before the ship reached its destination.

[Hotfoot]

Zuriel ate carefully. Food he did not prepare himself was always suspect, but this was made with some considerable skill, and he doubted his Inquisitor would poison him, and likely most in his employ would be reliable.

The next day, he returned to the store to size up the two coats carefully. He wanted something that would still cover his legs, but would provide the protection his vest currently provided.

[LadyTevar]

Kyona had also returned to the purser's office, deciding against the prices charged by the free traders, and purchasing the plain yet durable garments available here. She paid her money quietly, asking for the purchases to be sent to her room.

She turned, seeing Zuriel again reviewing the merits of various armor available. "Good morn, Zuriel."

[Cynical Cat]

The heavier coat would provide protection roughly equivalent to his vest and had good leg protection. [90 Thrones, arms, legs, body 3]