"You know what we know," states the Ogryn. "Commissar will elaborate on arrival. You well supplied already. Call it test."<br/><br/>"Indeed. The Guard my be more capable of stocking you with caving equipment. The mines are deep and ancient. Seismic activity has been unusually high of late. Serf uprisings have a occurred before, but never on this scale. The planet seems more destabilized every day. I advise you to be ready for anything. Like I said, you are not the ideal candidates and we are in no way ready for this... but we are the Inquisition. We are the holy word of the God-Emperor, so by his will, we make do with what we've got and get the job done."<br/><br/>"Now, if you'll excuse me, the big fish have even bigger problems do go deal with, so my attention is required elsewhere. Do not tarry."<br/><br/>With that the blonde man sweeps out of his room, his robes trailing behind him. He is not tall, and looks outright tiny compared to his companion, who remains behind with the Mate.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">occ</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rest assured, more info is coming, but not from these guys. This is more setting the scene for the long run. </div></div>