I took my leave from Baal Solock, and put it out of my mind for the next ten years, or 40, for the planet. It would seem time was.... different for us both. When I returned, it was to seek out a relic from our battle with the primuls. Teeth from a great jaw, the last remnants of a chieftain of Orks slain long before any who live now were ever born. A part of a holy relic that we needed to remake, to pull a horde of ravening green-skins away from the Reef Stars.

I was guided to Baal Solock by dreams, dreams of Princeps, dreams of the jaw.

I returned to Antoni being.... old, and the planetary governor. Princeps was dead, but I still saw him guiding me through the halls of the palace. To battle. I don't know if it was some psychic echo or something.... else. To have come all this way to have seen me again.

[ He turns his head up, to the sky, looking away. ]

To dream like this again is most disturbing.