"ahhh....." moaned tarkantor. the pyschic relapse had hit him, and he was weak.
"I will be useless for a good while" he was wracked by a coughing fit, "The Warpfire has drained me..." he spluttered, coughing up blood. "But follow those footprints, there is no corruption about them, and if there are space marines here, there may be a librarian. I wonder..." tarkantor though on, before snapping to himself
"Be careful, they will have fought many enemies, many of which may have returned to loot the bodies of their traitor comrades." The PDF troopers proceeded cautiously.
Give a man a match, and he's warm for a day.
Set a man on fire, and he's warm for the rest of his life!