[i]Instead of the heavily armored, katana wielding, magic using, gunslingers that made up the dojo, the messenger of this 'Freya' had met a rather ordinary man on his way out, he looked a bit old, ancient truthfully. The man could've been mistaken for a monk, if not for the bizarre two headed eagle emblem that was imprinted on his robes. Was he a member of another clan? He was Caucasian, bald on his head with wiring had poked out of the back and towards his back. The decrepit man bore a golden rod with a capital i on the top, parchments which detailed the glorious God-Emperor in all of his majesty were wax-pressed on his robes, a rather strange sight. This was Adept Logus, who turned his head to view the messenger.[/i] "What brings a messenger to this cesspооl of warriors and gun-toting maniacs?" [i]He spoke, his voice revealing his age. Though he seemed a bit....lively, more than a man of his age should be.[/i]