Congregation

“You have,” Thassian sits across from Lazarus, two cups of tea steaming between them, “yourself, as Rogue Trader, a vessel - that is currently being refurbished since you chose the floating reliquary,” Thassian unscrews the cap on a flask and pours something that burns Lazarus’ nose even across the table into his cup, “myself, as your seneschal-”“Which is more appreciated than you could ever know, captain.”“Seneschal, sir. The title changes.”Lazarus smiles quietly, “of course. Continue, please.”“Obscura — who is absolutely going to attract more attention than you’d like.”“She does that.”

Want to know more about how Lazarus got here? Check out Deadness of Sin.