[b]Sister Arturia of the Order of the Argent Shroud[/b]

To be perfectly honest, the Battle Sister looked incredibly out of place in the decaying squallor of the underhive. The luster of her silver power armour was beginning to dull due to the grime that had caked upon it due to simply being in such a place, and the filth surrounding her had made her snowy-white hair grey and greasy. Such a wretched place it was... If only the Emperor's light could illuminate the darkness here, maybe it would not be so terrible.

"Heading towards what counts for civilization here is the best idea," her voice boomed out throughout the underhive. Sister Arturia seemed to lack an indoor voice. "Let us make haste! The Emperor's work cannot wait one moment!" Clutching her bolter tightly, she headed off down the right-hand path with the others.