Zhevon flipped through the small book, it was a travel guide to the planet, detailing everything about the islands. He then turned the page and the paper became old and coarse, the cover went from colorful paperback to brown leather. The writing went from high gothic to an old scripture, and the words went from guide, to tales of forgotten gods and legends. He slowed his pace and began to read the text, the words familiar to him. As he read the old book he saw memories from before he was inducted into the Inquisition. He heard heavy footsteps behind him, walking on stone. The particular clinking of metal that was only made when someone was moving in plate armor, he looked behind him and saw a Knight, clad in shining metal armor, with a large war axe resting on his shoulder. He came over and sat down next to Zhevon.
[b]"You really have to go with the Starfarer?"[/b] The Knight asked.
[b]"Yes."[/b]
[b]"He will be going to the Shadowmountain Fortress, that is a very dangerous place."[/b]
[b]"I know."[/b]
[b]"And this Emperor. You really do believe huh?"[/b]
[b]"I do."[/b]
[b]"...Well, wherever you go, we will too."[/b] The Knight replied, placing a hand on Zhevon's shoulder. 
Zhevon paused and then looked at him in the eyes, [b]"Do you think we will find danger there?"[/b]
The Knight just smiled with a sad look in his eyes, [b]"Yes my young friend. It is a very dangerous place."[/b] He looked away. [b]"We'll go first and find a path. Meet you there."[/b] The Knight got up and began to walk away.
Zhevon looked back to him and muttered a thanks, then saw him begin to form into a black shadow, then dissolve into nothing. Zhevon then looked forwards and saw Sergeant Duren approaching him.

[b]"You know, it all burns. Hive cities. The people who live here think they're a fortress. Untouchable, and some sort of redoubt against anything. But they're just big slaughterhouses."[/b] He began. Zhevon listened. The Sergeant shuffled and put his hands into his pockets, [b]"You ever lead one of the big wars? I'm guessing no. bit young for it, bit nice." [/b]He said, continuing quickly. [b]"I know, kindness isn't weakness and all that. I met one who wasn't kind. He was like some animal who had been kicked and was looking for someone to bite."[/b]
The Veteran of Armageddon continued with a story of meeting another Inquisitor, a more brutish one. Zhevon thought there were far too many of those.
[b]"I dunno what the point is. I dunno. I guess thanks for not being that kind of Inquisitor. At least to our faces."[/b] He said, lighting another Ilo-stick. [b]"Think we're going to see anything down here?"[/b]

Zhevon looked at the ground for a second, and muttered something. He looked up to the Sergeant, [b]"Yes. We are going into a very dangerous place."[/b] Zhevon glanced back at the Gallery and then at his book. It was paperback once more, in high gothic. He noticed the wind was picking up, and got to a point where it would be flipping the pages on his book. He heard a sharp sound of wind behind him.
[b]"Greetings again, gentlemen."[/b] Adrianne said, [b]"I am here, and with me is... "[/b] She paused, [b]"...I swear, he was supposed to be right here."[/b] She disappeared, and in a moment came back. With Stukov a bit of a distance still in the air, he then fell.
[b]"Wasn't intending to drop in unannounced, but here I am finally. Appreciate the advice on bracing, Smiles."[/b]

Zhevon just looked at them, with that blank mask of his. [b]"Uh... If there was any interference Psyker Valenthin, sorry."[/b] He said, shutting his book and placing it on the step next to him. He then looked at his wrist communicator as if checking the time, [b]"Four is a good number. We can go in now if we want, and the rest of us would form a second team for backup. What do you guys think?"[/b]