"Ah, ya know, the usual. Just spreading Papa's love and what not." He chuckled, his gas mask bobbing up and down. It almost sounded like a gurgling, as if liquid was built up in his throat. He examined the Berzerker next to Brund, noticing the bare right arm. "Oi, you're that Betrayer fellow, aren't ya? Khârn, right?" Morbus holstered his Bolter at his side, as he looked over to the corpse his Power Sword was carrying. He gripped its neck with a powerful, armored hand and ripped it off. The body fell to the ground, and the head was still stuck on the blade. Morbus ripped it off, presented it to the two, and dropped it to their feet. "Khorne likes skulls, don't he? Consider it a peace offering. I'm sure where you Berzerkers go, death'll follow. Lucky for me, Nurgle's the God of Death, so...." He stared at the two, arms spread out, then dropped to his sides. "I'm sure I can help ya with whatever you're doing. You can always use an extra soldier."

Brund batted the mutilated head around with his foot, while Kharn relaxed his grip only slightly on Gorechild. Brund looked up at the marine and grunted. "The gesture is appreciated, I cannot speak on behalf of The Betrayer though." Kharn walked directly up to the plague marine, unaffected by the miasma surrounding him. "Do you have a problem following my orders?"

Morbus made sure not to get on the Berzerker's bad side. Hell, he wasn't even sure if Khârn HAD a good side. He shrugged. "Why the hell not?" He picked up the beheaded corpse behind him, the body now rotting and infested with parasites and bugs. He threw it far away from the three with a single hand, it landing with a thud and a sickening crack. He seemed amused by it. He then went to readjust his Flamer mounted on the top of his wrist. "When do we start?" He inquired with a grim, eager tone.

"I need you to find this." He holds up a parchment with an etching of a key, adorned with a skull in the handle. It looked unremarkable but could you refuse Kharn? He stares at you waiting for your response

"Hmmmm...." He reached to grab it, his fingers tracing it. The paper began to turn black and rot, curling up like a scared animal trying to retreat from a predator. Morbus withdrew his hand, as the paper stopped decaying. "Any idea where to start?" A Daemon fly crawled out of a crack in his armor. It flew out, circling the Plague Marine for a moment. It landed on his finger as he began to stare at it, getting lost in the creatures eyes.

"No, which is why we all shall go in a different direction, I cannot recall due to this ship." Kharn started off down a hallway, Brund was left standing before you.