<strong>Quintos, Garviel (Level 6: Church of the Imperial Saints)</strong><br/><br/>"Ahh, unfortunately we have always had more those who need aid than those willing to offer some. We have our petinents but even they are few, and mostly here because they either go through that or get busted by the Arbites. The local Governor took up the stance that the Ecclesiarchy would appreciate it if criminals were first put to work for the faithful, and if proven unworthy of such salvation through labor, put forth to more punishing positions." His tone of voice serious, the father shook his head somewhat. "So we have to do with thieves and ruffians who pretend to be faithful, but they work hard, and some do seem to get their act together under the teachings." His tone continuing the same, leading the two of them towards the back and a large door leading to a side-room.<br/><br/>Once they had some privacy, and a closed door between them and the main chamber of the church, the older man turned to regard the two of them again. "Now, about the missing children." The man's eyes were narrowed as he looked upon the two. "There's a lot of folks that go missing. Young, adult, old. I am sure you haven't arrived to talk about just any kidnappings though. This is about the missing nobility, huh?" He looked between the two, and then sighed. Seeming already decided.<br/><br/>"Things involved in that take place on the levels well below the spire's more looked-after levels. There's ten levels and the Arbites only hold some authority in about seven of them. After those ten levels, all the true factories and monstrous assembleries begin, the refining process and chemical vats for cooking things of nightmare for the service of the imperial warmachine. This is no forge-world, but believe me this Hive is a factory of death and destruction. Somewhere down there are things no sane man would want to witness. And those last three levels above them are a cesspool where those who want some safety that the undercity doesn't provide will go to, when they also cant afford to be spotted by the Adeptus Arbites. There's descending chaos there, with gangs fighting savagely for control of the lowest level, and the eight and ninth in secure hold of some money-hungry individuals." Short sigh followed, as the priest scratched some skin off his cheek.<br/><br/>"Reportedly there's gangs down there that protect cultists and lunatics. There's words that some of the mutants from the factories and assemblylines have sought to make their way up too. There's even been talk of some sightings of aliens, but I'd credit that to poorly distilled spirits." He frowned at the time. "But some people do say that those of noble birth were taken down to at least the ninth, and possibly below. But if they've gone below the tenth, to the undercity, you best forget about them and leave it be. Nobody goes down there anymore unless they absolutely have to. Its not as bad as the<em>underhive</em>at the very bottom, beneath the factories themselves, but believe me when I say the arbites have a reason to enforce strict control. The only reason the undercity still works right is that the condemned men there don't have any options. Food and specialists come down from the highest floors. The labor-leaders somewhere on these lower city floors. The gangs fighting further down, and many of them competing to not be pushed back to the undercity."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">The 'father' doesn't seem to be particularily keen on secrets, he looks to be wearing robes that suggest he has a stain on his soul and is working it out. A petinent of sorts as well then, but the robes he wears seem to signify both seniority and voluntary service. He's likely to hold true the faith in his heart. In Church hierarchy, he's above the two of them, but since they work for the Inquisitor, they could (if exposing their allegiance) easily give orders to the man. Still, on a proper Imperial world, he'd likely only be given permission to lead a small flock where as here he leads several thousands at a time. </div></div><br/><hr/><hr/><strong>Kathline, Kyvas (Level 5)</strong><br/><br/>The longhouse's interior seemed to have some dust here and there, but for most part the place seemed to be in good shape. For the sturdy build it had, the place actually had some open space in the main area, and a sign advertising cleanwater showers at the end of a hall. Many of the individual room doors were shut, but a couple had been left open to show variety of rooms. There were some priced down to 15 thrones a night, with a bedframe with a mattress on both sides of the room, and those rooms were rented out to pairs of people. Apparently it was about as cheap as it got here. It didn't include meal or anything of the sort, just a safe place to rest at.<br/><br/>The step up at 20 thrones was similar, but included a fair bit of food for the meal, as well as a chance to use the rest of the facilities. Going up to 30 Thrones provided a single room with a large bed and good food, as well as a security locker with a handprint scanner. There was also a priority alarm button in the room itself, and a boast "guard present in under half minute or half your payment back" on it, with a warning beneath "testing without danger liable for 2 Throne penalty fee."<br/><br/>The last luxurious room was opulent with pillows and a massive bed, synthetic silk instead of simple cotton, and with the best food the place could provide, as well as its own private shower and bathroom area. There was only one of them in the place, but it was priced at a full 50 Throne a night price, though it included its own dedicated bodyguard waiting outside the door in case of any danger.<br/><br/>There appeared to be a few people already busy at the counter making some calculations, at another wall a map of the spire, divided into levels of the city, and then the nearly 50 floors tall undercity which made the hive's middle-layer for most part, and then the perhaps 20 floors tall 'underhive' which was marked with several warnings. The maps looked to be quarter-century old, but they were masterfully done, and printed in a manner suggesting they were Adeptus Mechanicus' work. The level of detail and the amount of notes on areas was intimidating. It was unlikely there were other maps like that around on the Hive. What's more, the map seemed to lack the usual 'area unmapped for security reasons' markings. Indeed, it even mapped out the Governor's Villa at the top of the spire, claiming a whole level of the city.<br/><br/>"Well hello there ma'am. Are you and your servitor signing in?" A man in a fine suit spoke while walking up. Bit of padding showed, and it didn't sit perfectly, but it was still impressive enough show of wealth in a hive. The man's suit bulged somewhat under his left arm though, and his friendly expression and smooth cheeks might look well groomed, but there was a bit of scar visible at the corner of his left eye, the left eye itself red in shade compared to the brown right one.