Silvana followed Baldemar into the audience chamber. The room was a soaring testament to Imperial Architecture, to Silvana's psykanna sense it shown with the wonder and awe of a hundred thousand first impressions. Soaring columns rose skyward, each barrel was carved with images of the lives of the saints. Here Saint Eudoxia ministered to the insane guard veterans of the lost legion, there Aurelius the Golden smote the daemon Vivathrax atop mount Syragasus. A pair of magnificent stained glass windows showed the familiar scene of the Emperor enthroned and an unfamiliar woman, perhaps the founder of Meridian smiling down at a multitude of tiny people, each carefully rendered in leaded glass.

The Governer herself seemed plain and nondescript compared to the exalted architecture. She appeared to be in her early twenties but that was a result of extensive juvenant treatments, the files listed her actual age as closer to ninety standard. Early middle age by upper class Imperial standards. Constantina Von Ackavae had come to power a decade before after the sudden and tragic death of her father who had choked to death on the bones of a Kannabec Fowl. Poison had been widely suspected but no known toxin had been identified in the post mortem. The governor wore the loose white robes and red sash of her office, a small coronet set with rubies lay across her carefully styled hair. Silvana couldn't sense anything from her other than a generalized fear that was easily explained by an Inquisitorial visit. In some ways it would have been more alarming if she were completely calm. No one was so without sin that the sudden arrival of Throne agents wouldn't set off a few alarm bells.

As they approached she rose and smoothed her robes, and stood, her face a mask of frigid politeness. Two guards in ornamental uniforms and flat featureless masks flanked her like living statues. Silvana felt only a dull fuzz from their minds, a sure sign that they were combat servitors wearing implant masks rather than fully sentient humans. That was an unusual step, though hardly grounds for official attention. The Imperium indulged its upper class, but only to a point.

"Inquisitor," the Governor began. She made a slight nod to Silvana though the astropath's veil concealed her true nature. She was easily dismissed as a servant or perhaps a minor member of the Ecclesiarchy or one of the non militant ranches of the Adeptus Sororitats. 

"To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?"