Hastus was beginning to like this ship. He thinks this as he makes the long walk to the Lord-Captain's quarters. Though like was never a word he'd use himself, Hastus finds it appropriate and resolves to file the notion away to be archived within his neural-processor's memory banks. His heavy feet clank across the corridors of the Will as he rounds the corner into the chambers. It would seem he is the last to arrive.
Very little of the Explorator-Magos can be seen beneath his rust-red robes, which is probably for the best. His face, however, can be and appears to be mostly machine. Its silver surface gleams in the dim light.
+++I note that my presence has been requested, Lord-Captain Silas Tyr of the Adamant Will. What is the nature of your inquiry? Based on data gathered upon entering this chamber and the presence of the other officers of the Adamant Will, logic dictates that this is a meeting pertaining to the details of the Adamant Will's next endeavor.+++