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The Conference was held once again upon Terra, much to the enjoyment of TalOS himself. Walking out of the halls he was able to see the entire place which was a piece of art. It did not matter if it was the paintings on the walls, the architecture, or even those that guarded it. All were pieces of art in the eyes of TalOS.
The Tech Priest made his way through these exquisite chambers, soon walking by Rogal and Roboute who seemed to be having a somewhat deep conversation. It was not a deep enough conversation for them not to detect TalOS, and for a moment it seemed they were ready to welcome TalOS into their conversation. TalOS however had to give a polite shake of the head as he went by, the Primarch receiving a steady nod from Dorn as he passed.
TalOS had someone else he needed to talk to instead of those two today. Said person TalOS noticed was within the same room as the other two and took notice of TalOS’s approach.
Perturabo was within the room doing something. Was he appraising the artwork for his own eyes? The Iron Warrior did not strike TalOS as someone who would spend any piece of his time looking at art work of all things.
In the Motive Force, the emotions of the room was the answer that TalOS was seeking. He could feel the nervous thoughts of a Primarch carry itself through the air with every step Pertuarbo took.
So it was easy to deduce that Perturabo had in fact been waiting for TalOS this entire time. Maybe he was waiting off to the side seeing where TalOS would go. When TalOS started making his way towards his brother the nerve must have gotten to him and he began looking for a place more secluded.
The brother of the Fabricator General did not walk terribly fast. At such speed TalOS was quickly gaining on him but not until they breached the nearby doors to change rooms. The Fabricator General did not see a need to change this decision his brother unilaterally made. If he wanted privacy, he shall have it.
With that thought TalOS walked through the door into the room proper.
