Fort_Master_Gustav
The drunkard stands up, and grabs one of his companions by the collar.
"YOU, IT WAS YOU! DEVIL! I SEE YOUR TRUE FACE!"
He pulls out a knife from a pocket, and wrestles with the man.
"Nathaniel! What is wrong with you!"
"I KNOW! YOU TOOK HER! YOU TOOK HER AWAY FROM ME, THE VOICE, THE GREAT VOICE!"
In the act of taking the money, the ambassador senses something... else, this man's madness, it is no temporary thing, he is truly gone, this should not have happened, it is not correct...
boombox
There is a large psionic fluctuation, then there is the sound of a commotion, and the scent of madness on the wind...
Heinrich finds a scene of chaos, a man is in the act of trying to slit another's throat, and he is leaching high emotion into the surroundings wildly, clearly insane, others are now trying to restrain him, however Heinrich can sense the source of the current situation, it is a robed figure sitting in the corner, he is definitely the powerful psyker they sensed, slipping what looks like a leather moneybag into it's pocket...
Jenwuf
The craft comes down in the Jungle around one of the plateaus, the poring rain making the descent even more unpleasant, the craft ploughs into the treeline, the soft verdant greenery cushioning it's progress...
The Lupidirans feel something, it is a nasty sensation, as though their brainsare exposed to cold air...
Then it is gone, and all is quiet again, the rhythmic pounding of the rain on the roof the only sound.