"(Different, yes.)" Tycondrius mulled over the thought, "(--but I believe my 'faction' is one neutral to yours.)"
Sol Invictus was a faction to itself. It wasn't one known to the Snake Cult, but in implying he had a backer, Tycon would retain his social importance in the conversation.
"(Neutral?)" The Inquisitor scoffed and shook his head, "(Is there truly such a thing? Hah.)"
Tycon shrugged, "(I believe it the most appropriate term.)"
"Fair..."
The old man paused, placing a hand upon his chin and scrutinizing Tycon's armored and blood-covered form... "(I sense a kinship in you, Decanus. Why is that?)"
"(I believe because we are both practical gentlemen,)" Tycon smiled politely.
"Hmph, indeed," The Inquisitor narrowed his eyes, "And will you be visiting House Galanis after this?"
"Likely," Tycon nodded.
He wasn't afraid of retribution from the house of thieves. He wanted to kill the lot of them and take their coin.
