<strong>Quintos, Garviel (Level 6: Church of the Imperial Saints)</strong><br/><br/>Looking at Quintos, and so far fairly quiet Garviel with narrowed eyes, the robed man drew a deep breath before speaking up in a serious, somewhat tired voice. "To bring the word to the heathen is a sacred task, but for most subhuman scum there the doctrine is hateful and unfair. Missionairies do show up from time to time, but intruding upon the undercity is troubling, and there's no guarantee of safety, not even that which a good gun usually offers. The place is steeped in sin and corruption, and frankly if not for the fact the factories and assembleries still provide the goods demanded by the empire I would think it best to have the hive's lower levels purged. But for now, they work hard because the few hydroponics down there in lower levels are mostly broken or only produce toxic goods which may calm some of hunger but eventually kill even mutants. So they do have to trade with the people on the top."<br/><br/>His expression showed a clear weariness about that, before he let out a breath. "The Arbites do make some journeys down there, but with a few gangs carrying weapons that would make the imperial guard cringe, its not a popular idea to try and intrude on those lower floors. Thirty years ago, Space Marines purified another spire, and ultimately, they detonated a melta-bomb at the lower levels to wipe it out." Looking at Quintos seriously then, the priest grit his teeth together. "Which is why our<em>tithe</em>is as modest as it is. We are still given some leeway to rebuild our prodecures here."