“Alien... Eldar! Betrayers of the Emperor,” Aldric said quickly, drawing his bolter to the level at the suddenly embodied voice. His look was aggressive, obviously he meant to put down the unwanted company quickly.
“I wish you wouldn’t,” spoke the alien again, raising his hand. He may have said something that sounded like a request, but clearly the Luna Wolf was suddenly frozen in place.
“Witchcraft... by what foul means do you hold me?” he would curse back to the Eldar psyker.