Uthlan's words drifted through the air, carrying the distinctive lilt of the Eldar.
Upon hearing them, Roboute Guilliman slowly moved his hand away from the hilt of the Emperor's Sword.
His expression gradually grew serious.
"Please, go on."
Roboute Guilliman spoke, his voice returning to its customary composure.
At that moment, the Imperial Regent had no interest in taking this Eldar Seer to task for arriving uninvited.
After all, having been visited time and again by Rowan, who appeared out of nowhere in all manner of unimaginable ways, Roboute Guilliman had developed considerable immunity to entrances like this.
Besides, the last time this Eldar Seer appeared, he had specifically chosen to descend from the sky while Guilliman stood on a reviewing platform, addressing the people of Macragge. By comparison, this time he had at least chosen a private setting—and even knew to use the door.
Quite an improvement.
Moreover, as a Primarch, Roboute Guilliman had supreme confidence in his own safety, not to mention that he had already silently sent a signal at the very first opportunity.
Taken together, these factors allowed him to lower his guard for the moment and hear what this pointy-eared Xenos wanted to
say.
"Here is the situation... I may have to begin with the fall of my people."
The old seer Uthlan began to speak.
He launched into his account in the aria-like cadence peculiar to Eldar Seers.
In his chant-like delivery, the old seer first glossed over the details of the Eldar's fall to Slaanesh, instead building his account around the concept of the "Death God."
He related everything in the poetic language favored by the Eldar. Even though he kept it as brief as he could, it still took quite some time.
Roboute Guilliman: ...
Nevertheless, thanks to a Primarch's superhuman capacity