Before the gateway that led to the landing pad, a crude engine could be heard roaring in the distance coming ever closer. If the reports were true, the Inquisitor would be at this location. If not, Herold would keep looking, but if there was a reason behind a member of the Inquisition being present upon this humble planet, he'd be damned if he didn't find out first hand his reasonings. This Adeptus Arbites had been working in this system for years now, and needed to learn what new threats now loomed. 

With a spray of snow, the Combat Bike was launched into the air a meter or so, before he took control and skidded it across the front gateway. Upon the Bike was Judge, his face concealed and his powerful frame fitted with equally powerful Carapace armor. Methodically, he placed the Combat Bike up, keeping his pack within but hefting his Hydraphur Pattern Suppression Shield and Shock Maul. Most people thought it was him making a show of force, but honestly he merely always wanted to be prepared. 

He could see figures inside as he approached through the various windows of this quaint and leisurely home. Most of them seemed feminine of sorts, he noted. His strides were strong and inexorable, as if the very thought of keeping him from moving where he intended was folly. Yet there was a predatory tautness about his gait too, seemingly ready to pounce or roll at any given moment. His fists striking the door in a 'knock' was ominous to say the least.