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Thungrim Thunderfist stroked his beard as he contemplated the Inquisitors words, puffing away thoughtfully on his pipe as he did so.
Finally, the Dwarf removed the stem from his mouth and, as the Detective finished his questions, put in one of his own.

"Any signs of stigma or mutation on the bodies?"
He grunted,
Knocking out the bowl of his pipe against his breast plate as he did so, before reaching for his tobacco pouch once more.

"How about spores? Stealer Cult DNA?"
The Squat continued,
His being a proud, ancient yet depleted race that knew well to consider the worst first and foremost and be ready to meet it head on.

"May be we have tae carry out our own autopsy of the bodies."
He added, once again quietly amazed at how swiftly the Tech Priest had been to brush over something that could prove so potentially vital to the Mission.