Interrogator Baldemar approached the Governor without betraying any emotion, save a stern, observing look as if he were inspecting the room for whatever he may deem unfit, be it dust or heretical activities. "I am quite certain you know why I would be here, Governor." Heironymus said. "Things would go much smoother and quicker if we did not need to play this little game." Though his words were curt, he seemed to add a (extremely marginally, mind) sympathetic tone to his voice, to show he was here to solve a problem that could spiral out of control, one she would be held responsible for. 

However, Heironymus Baldemar's words also had a secondary purpose. With he not announcing exactly why he was here, he would watch her now, for if she had more things to hide than even he knew of, she would dare not confess now. For showing ignorance to what an Inquisitor knew to be truth was heresy of the highest order. No one was foolish enough to withhold information that could prove vital to an Inquisitor's case. 

For her part, the Governer's lips thinned, and she hesitated for the sparest moment. Heironymus had to admit she was good at hiding something if that was indeed the case. He couldn't tell if she was taken aback by his words or if she truly was keeping secrets. He would need to have Silvana read her mind, later. "My apologies," Governor Von Ackavae replied in High Gothic, a dialect Heironymus was not used to after having spent five weeks with a crew that spoke the lower language. "The disappearances, of course. As you know I've had much on my mind, and I should have guessed that was why you were here." 

"Why don't you tell me of them in whatever detail you can manage?" The young Interrogator requested, indicating she continue. The Governor looked as if she would, and then she blinked. "I'm sorry, have you just gotten off the ship? Have you dined?" Her eyes flicked to Silvana curiously, then switched back to Heironymus. Some Inquisitors would have thought it a drastic change of subject, however he saw it as simple good manners, as she had just resigned herself to the fact she would be seeing Heironymus many times for the unforeseeable future. 

"We have not, no. Thank you for the invitation. However I will like the information you know on hand, if you would." 

"Of course," she replied with a demure smile, smoothing her cascading wave of brown hair behind her left ear, the rubies sparkling in the light of the stained glass windows behind her. The young Baldemar was not certain if that movement was deliberate. Most men would find her attractive, and Baldemar would have agreed. However his face was as stone. He had too much to prove and the Imperium had too many enemies for him to have any thoughts of fancy. "I did not receive reports of the disappearance for far too long.," The govenor said, drawing herself up as merited her station. "The lower hives, I try to keep a watch on but it is nearly impossible, and many gangers down there kidnap for a variety of purposes. It wasn't until the Lord Sarkonad's heir disappeared that I had been informed of intel of an increase in kidnappings." 

"Your informants?" 

"Some were disciplined, and others executed." 

Heironymus nodded, understanding the example she had to give. Not providing the information to her, no matter how minute and insignificant it might have seemed, could have perhaps condemned an heir apparent to death or heretical practices. Constantina drew him out of his consideration. "Would you dine as we talk?" 

After a moment, the young Baldemar nodded. "That would be acceptable, thank you." 
[@Penny]