Shaddam’s eyes narrowed as he watched the adept speak to his master, choosing not to interrupt he simply read the man’s lips, a skill that years of palace subterfuge had taught him. Once the adept was finished he stood, up moving at his own pace he descended the stairs and nodded towards the situation tables. “If it will help any I will show you our situation reports” he told the inquisitor. “We use a table for each hive on Miranda IV, and anything out of the ordinary is logged and examined, the display tables contain everything from hourly production rates to PDF distribution”<br/><br/>As he said this he waved his hand towards the tables.