Did she not realize the powder keg she was about to set off? There was no love lost between the Space Wolves and the Inquisition, but the Ecclesiarchy's very name was a curse on Fenris, and the halfwit was about to murder a Magos of the Adeptus Mechanicus. It was when the Battle-Sister some fool had decided to bring along went for her guns that he acted. Years as a Wolf Scout had taught him well the lesson of patience, and that sometimes it was better to let peope have a go at it and see their mettle first-hand. Slipping into the briefing room in the middle of a very loud argument between a Magos and an Inquisitor, well, both professions were of the sort to attract those with colorful personalities. Of course, the opinions of others on the topic varied, but he'd never particularly given a toss as to what people thought of him.
Hvarl Skanefield liked to think he was a reasonable man.
