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Walking amongst the passages of Scintilla make Octavian's stomach turn. The stark contrast of this world to those that he had been exposed to nearly made him sick. The facade of decency had been peeled away here and underneath was filth and the sickening breath of heresy. Passing through crowds with his cloak pulled tight and senses focused inward to prevent pickpockets made him wonder why he had chosen not to simply abuse his power as a guardsman and push his way through, he had no idea. Rather than focus on that, he allowed his mind to focus on what he knew. He had barely managed to evade the chopping block thanks to the Inquisition, or maybe this was an even worse fate. A bodyguard of the Psyker he had unintentionally harmed had let slip that Octavian was a Blank and ever since, he had tried to ignore it. The few things Octavian had ever heard whispered about Blanks didn't bode well for him.

Pressing onward towards the meeting place, Octavian picked up the pace. Its one thing to be late and another to keep the Inquisition waiting. After the arresting officers had received word that the Inquisiton had requested him, they gave him back his gear and dropped him off on Scintilla, only barely telling him where he needed to go. It took some... questionable methods to secure directions to the Administratum quarters he was searching for. Now that he was finally nearing the meeting point he grew nervous. Questions raced through his head but as he walked he softly recited verses from the Uplifting Primer to calm himself. As he rounded the final bend to the service shaft, he took a deep breath and began his final approach to the meeting point.