With the arrival of Macharius at table XIII at the bar, barely a second is able to pass before a man in his thirties that you have to assume given their dress and bashful demeanour is a bar steward steps over to the group. He is short, thin, black hair starting to grey at the temples and dressed as a butler. "I have been sent to pass you this dataslate. I was told six people fitting your description would be at this table at this time and to give you this package. The patron who wanted this done was very insistent as well as generously paying enough to make sure the delivery took place." He slides the dataslate onto the table the group is sat around, gives a nodding bow and takes his leave.<br/><br/>"We were given strict instruction to not activate the slate or see what it's contents are. I... Don't wanna rock the boat..." the man in the suit bashfully blushes, as he eyes the group. He clearly recognised them as a right motley band and something strange was happening to pull such a group together. Whether secret Imperial stuff or heresy, he wasn't payed enough to stick his nose in to find out which one.<br/><br/>The dataslate contains the following message; "<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Hive Desoleum holds many heresies and horrors, and you are gathered here for but one of them. There are increasing reports of horrible deaths within the hive’s upper levels, with odd items of a possible xenos or archaeotech nature found with each corpse. Fellow nobles have related these were preceded with bouts of erratic and troublesome behaviour, and worry that a hive noble named <em>Lans Guljian</em> has exhibited many of the same behaviours.</span>"<br/><br/>"<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">You are tasked with the Emperor’s Work: to investigate the deaths and possible connections to any illicit artefacts, determine if they are potential dangers of a wider nature, and terminate their distribution. Recover and contain any items uncovered, lest they corrupt others. Carry the Emperor’s Light with you throughout the hive, for there is little proper illumination to be found in this festering, ancient edifice. Desoleum teeters on the blade’s edge of damnation, and one further heresy could topple the entire hive into the abyss.</span>"<br/><br/>The dataslate clicks and whirrs after the message plays out, before alerting the group that it will then self-destruct to keep their mission secret. With a fizzle and quiet pop, not enough to direct any attention from others to their table, the screen cracks from the inside and the slate is now worthless. The Acolytes now have the reason they were brought here, with the full freedom to go forward however they see fit. No doubt the Inquisitor is watching and testing the group as they go forward.