There isn't a whole lot there. Possibly the former owners were part of the population that was bundled off to the flesh-smiths or even worse during the initial part of the occupation. Just some old plates without food on them, and a few devotional tracts that a farmer might read by the light of lumens before sleep. Eventually, and old rusty fowling piece of a stubgun can be found, though there's no ammunition or even a sling with it, and it looks to have been rusted into disuse.
Gaunt in the meantime has sat down and is pulling out one of the last ration packs that they had brought with them from their initial insertion.
"Slab. Again." he manages with something almost like cheerfulness, then asks Rawne. "When was the last time we had a meal where a fire to warm it was actually a possibility? Within the Untill?" He can't remember. Gereon, and the exigencies of fighting on minimal sleep and with bad food and worse circumstances are starting to wear at his memory.
Rawne sits opposite him and pastes an over-cheerful smile on his face. "Oh good! Slab! I'm so excited!"
He then sobers and tries to think back. Even for him, the constant paranoia and worry is getting to be too much. "Probably. I can't remember one since, but I may have just forgotten."
"I don't think it's been that long," he says, then frowns, "but I can't think of anything since. Surely you've attended a banquet or two in the past, what, eight years?"
He takes a moment to think back on events from that long ago. "From here it really does seem quaint. At the time, well... it's strange to look back on events that involved my torture and consider them minor. But they are, in the greater scheme of things, I suppose." The worst thing then had been that Chaos-corrupted Man of Iron.
He shakes his head, and looks at the door, and seemingly out past it.
"but you're right. A few banquets before Herodor, maybe. Since then we've been packed off to the second front, but even there we've been found valuable. In a way."
He squints, this mission to kill Sturm was incredibly important, and completely suited to the Tanith 1st's skillset, but he can't help himself as he worries about the rest of his command.
"Maybe there was a quiet dinner with Van Voytz over Phantine, as well. Once we started taking it back."
"That's all right," he shrugs, "it was a long time ago."
Then he smiles. "See, Colonel-Commissar, you've had some nice meals. Some fancy ones."
He'd been happy to be chosen for this mission, sure it showed that his talents and status were recognized. Now, all he wanted was to get the feth off this planet.
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Date: 2019-04-18 11:29 am (UTC)Gaunt in the meantime has sat down and is pulling out one of the last ration packs that they had brought with them from their initial insertion.
"Slab. Again." he manages with something almost like cheerfulness, then asks Rawne. "When was the last time we had a meal where a fire to warm it was actually a possibility? Within the Untill?" He can't remember. Gereon, and the exigencies of fighting on minimal sleep and with bad food and worse circumstances are starting to wear at his memory.
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Date: 2019-04-18 11:41 am (UTC)He then sobers and tries to think back. Even for him, the constant paranoia and worry is getting to be too much. "Probably. I can't remember one since, but I may have just forgotten."
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Date: 2019-05-06 06:16 am (UTC)He shakes his head, "Farther back. It's been a while since we've had good food. Pyrites, maybe?"
He laughs a little. "Trouble with different factions in the guard seems rather quaint, all things considered. Less wirewolves. No glyphs."
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Date: 2019-05-06 11:39 am (UTC)He takes a moment to think back on events from that long ago. "From here it really does seem quaint. At the time, well... it's strange to look back on events that involved my torture and consider them minor. But they are, in the greater scheme of things, I suppose." The worst thing then had been that Chaos-corrupted Man of Iron.
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Date: 2019-05-08 11:30 pm (UTC)He shakes his head, and looks at the door, and seemingly out past it.
"but you're right. A few banquets before Herodor, maybe. Since then we've been packed off to the second front, but even there we've been found valuable. In a way."
He squints, this mission to kill Sturm was incredibly important, and completely suited to the Tanith 1st's skillset, but he can't help himself as he worries about the rest of his command.
"Maybe there was a quiet dinner with Van Voytz over Phantine, as well. Once we started taking it back."
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Date: 2019-05-09 12:00 am (UTC)Then he smiles. "See, Colonel-Commissar, you've had some nice meals. Some fancy ones."
He'd been happy to be chosen for this mission, sure it showed that his talents and status were recognized. Now, all he wanted was to get the feth off this planet.