Stig marched out next. Strong man in bulky guardsman armour. Messy hair, long moustache and bad teeth. Anyone looking at his face would see he was not a civilized one.<br/><br/>Stig brandished a shiny new lasgun like he'd be afraid someone will want to steal it. Every gaze of his watery blue eyes betrayed how astounded he is at the iron corridors and humming machines around him.<br/><br/>"Hail, I am Stig Skincarver!"<br/><br/>He gives a hearty salute to the others before him and stands in stiff attention. In the stations pale light, everyone can see the bit of dried food stuck to his face.<br/><br/>"Are you an Inquisitor, sirrah?"<br/><br/>He adresses Lupus with the question, as he sees him clad in robes of the clergy and to him the numerous ranks and functions of the Empire are still overwhelming.