Ariston nodded, bowing slightly. "Very well. If at any point you require any assistance, we would be glad to repay you for your hospitality."
As the two spoke, Lazureth heard the all-too-familiar howling of Lukas Orion, turning as the crusader made his usual boisterous entrance. The old man was somewhat pleased to see the orange-haired helldiver, but somewhat troubled for what it may mean for the relations between the forces here and the native people. Lukas was never one to hold his tongue, or his blade, and always had a knack for offending anyone in earshot of him.
"Ah yes, the camp then, very well." Continued Ariston as Ziziya slipped him the small, round item. He held the small object in his hand and observed it for a moment before a mechandrite tentacle looped over his shoulder, gently grabbing the object before slinking back under his robe. "Thank you, I will do as instructed." As she spoke of entertainment, Ariston's expression became slightly confused, as if the representative began to speak in a foreign, unknown language. He gave a momentary look up at the massive, White-haired crusader at his side, as if to ask: What did she just say? He no longer had any concept of what recreation meant. Everything was time schedules, efficiency reports, and numbers to him. Any time spend not completing one's task was time wasted, and time wasted was an affront to the Machine God. Lazureth took a moment and explained the concept to him telepathically, though it would seem as if the two were just staring at each other for a seemingly uncomfortable amount of time. Finally Ariston turned and shook his head, refusing the gesture. "Oh, no that will not be necessary. Such things are not conducive to remaining at optimal effic--" A large hand placed on his shoulder stopped him mid-sentence as the armored giant interjected.
"The men here are not machines, Magus. Perhaps it would motivate them to work harder if they were given some time to relax and reap some of the rewards of their hard work in the name of our Father and your Machine God."
"Our efficiency will suffer." Responded Ariston curtly.
"For the moment, perhaps. But you must understand that your efficiency will suffer regardless if you work these men into the ground, lord. Instead, consider this. A moment of inefficiency may cause your men to work harder, having been motivated by the gesture, providing you with increased efficiency in the future. We are, just human after all, Magus. Even your machine god embodies duality, there must be a time for computation, and a time for maintenance. Consider this a time for maintenance and I am sure you will be rewarded."
Ariston paused for a moment and considered this. The old man's words were wise, and managed to appeal to him despite his contentions against the idea of rest periods other than the regimented sleep cycles assigned to the workers.
"Very well then. I will have you take charge of the arrangements for the... 'maintenance'." The robed man's words hung over the last word as if he was reconsidering the idea. The thought was immediately shoved away after a loud crash was heard coming from the crusader's barracks. Howling laughter could be heard coming from inside the building as the doors swung open as a pair of crusaders rushed inside to investigate the commotion. Ariston looked up to Lazureth and was returned a nod. The magus turned to Ziziya and bowed. "I apologize, but I must attend to something at once. Lazureth will act in my stead while I am away. I will return as soon as all matters are attended to."
With that, Ariston shuffled away in the direction of the barracks, though immediately afterwards he would retreat to his quarters to inspect the object given to him.
Lazureth smiled at the two, though his mouth was covered by the raspy re-breather mask he wore. The wrinkles at the corner of his eyes gave him the look of a kind old man. As kind as one could appear when one was dressed for war, with eyes as black as an abyss.
"You must excuse Ariston. In his search for knowledge, he at times forgets that some are not as tireless as he." He raised a hand and gestured towards a central building in the camp where the officers of the crusade congregated. Please, let us discuss these matters away from the landing pad. There is far too much commotion out here."