Heironymus wasn't entirely sure what to expect. Though Imperium worlds were designated with certain classifications; Death Worlds, Agri-worlds, Hive Worlds, Forge Worlds, etc. They were all different past the basic structures. Meridian was somewhat of an oddity, a Hive World that produced nearly as much weaponry as a Forge World or a colony of the Mechanicus. The walls, while clean, had a very metallic look to them when traveling in between levels of the Hive City. 

As the vehicle stopped, he began to tousle his hair and give himself a somewhat unkempt look, just as Silvana had begun to use her abilities on the guards that sat mere feet away from them within the next area of the vehicle, and she spoke plainly. The Interrogator might be a bit traditional and fresh to the field, but he had been trained extensively. He was glad to see shapely astropath had the right idea. 

"When we greet them, refer to me as Adept Baldemar. Of the Administratum. If necessary, you can claim I work for the Estate Imperium, though only if they dig." He told her, ruffling the collar of his dark cloak. He rubbed his face with the heels of his palms, and yanked at his top beneath the cloak. He looked much less professional, yet still had an air of authority about him. "I will call you Silvana, if that's suitable. It's best they know as little about either of us, as possible." 

Heironymus opened the door, and held his hand out for Silvana to aid her out. He wanted to appear as congenial to the nobles towards someone on his side as possible. Once he helped her out of the vehicle, he turned and approached the two downtrodden aristocrats, with Arbites glancing their way as Heironymus and Silvana approached, muttering among themselves. The male lord lifted his head up and saw the two approaching, clearly not in the mood to entertain guests at the moment. "What in the name of the Emperor is it now?" he asked in High Gothic. 

An Arbites stepped in the path of Heironymus, asking his business. The Interrogator pressed past him, despite the man's attempt at appearing intimidating. "Rough fornite, Lord Volantus?" the young Interrogator asked, a hint of masked amusement behind his face, as if he was merely trying to appear professional. To Silvana, she would see he learned his acting and subterfuge lessons well from the Inquisitor. "Adept Baldemar of the Administratum, here to inspect the premises. Governor Von Ackavae told me some misfortune had befallen you these recent months." 

The Lord went from antagonistic to hopeful, even pleased to see Heirnymus, and Silvana by extension. "The Administratum? Here?" He asked, and regained his sense of self. "Yes, yes, do come in. This is my wife, Gracinia." She was a woman in her middle years, which meant she was probably twice Silvana's age, with dark skin and a tired smile for one so rich. 

The interior of the Estate was an impressive as Heironymus had been led to believe. It reminded him of Governor Shonai's palace back on Pavonis, though with a much more utilitarian and martial aesthetic. It seemed Lord Voluntis enjoyed the style of AngelForge as much as a patriot would. That must have been a story, as he did not look like one who had been shipped off to an Atra Militarum regiment. 

"Who is the missing person again?" Heironymus asked, turning to Lord as if he was somewhat absent minded. "Your son, was it?"  
[@Penny]