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It was easy to tell that Perturabo did not know what to say to the words of TalOS. Indeed the Primarch had suffered but losing an entire limb was not something that he could so easily understand.
It was of little circumstance.
“What kind of Assassinations have you avoided in the past? From what you have said I feel yours is more of a civil matter.” TalOS guessed with a fair amount of estimation.
To that TalOS received a laugh of all things. A tempered smirk appearing on the face of Perturabo as memories came, “Civil is not the words to describe the people of Olympia. In the sleeves of each noble there is a dagger and within their chambers a vial of poison and antidote.”
“But each of them have been from humans.” TalOS placed forward with a hint of understanding.
“Yes, which means in order to achieve that they want to achieve they must get your trust.” Perturabo complained as he gestured towards the cask, “What flows more than wine is poison within Olympian Courts. So that I could drink anything I had to develop a density based tester to see if the compounds within the drink were tampered with.”
“Do you have this tester with you?” TalOS asked as he was interested in the words.
“I do.” Perturabo said as he reached into a piece of his armor and took out a small cylindrical device, “It will not work on your creation though. It's not alcohol, but a chemical concoction made to act like it.”
TalOS had to nod to those words, “You are correct, brother. If I cannot put your mind at ease then I will simply have the cask to myself.”
Perturabo gave an annoyed look as his brother downed the glass and got another glass together. Such an annoyance was a play on him, but TalOS did not criticize him for the reasoning. It was a simple reasoning that was born of being upon such a damned planet.
