"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."