The smell of smoke and paint filled the room, and Baldemar coughed hoarsely as he pulled himself up. The Interrogator placed his forearm over his mouth to keep the largest dust particles floating around out of his lungs, and for a moment he wondered if Inquisitor Alrik would approve of his method. Oh well, it was all experience he supposed. He regarded Silvana as she approached, and for a moment he nearly ostracized her right in front of the men. 

But he held himself in check. He needed to push past his prejudice. His earlier fears of having a psyker had come true when he had entered the room into a chaos filled nightmare, but she seemed to have gained fruit from it regardless, she just needed to inform him. And also, he did need to consider that she had also put herself in danger in order to gain more information on their current assignment. It was admirable, in a way. 

"I am glad to [i]be[/i] alright, and to you as well sister," he said. "I think we'll need a quiet moment to talk, but at the moment let me solve this current predicament..." 

He placed a hand on Silvana's shoulder, and stepped past her to enter the hall where the Arbites and the House Officer were arguing with one another. The Officer stopped mid sentence when he saw the disheveled Adept striding out of what appeared to be a war zone, and he pointed at Heironymus. "You!" he called sternly. "What's the meaning of this. By what authority do you damage the property of my lordship and his estate you-" 

"Adept Baldemar of the Administratum," Heironymus declared, taking the man's outstretched finger and shaking it. "These men were under my orders and I used them as I saw fit. As Holy Terra sees fit. Where is the Lord Voluntis?" He asked, and instead of waiting for an answer he pressed passed the man. "Down here? My Lord!" He called, to be answered by the blathering and befuddled noble at the bottom of the stairs. 

"By the Emperor what happened up there!?" He cried, not knowing whether to be angered or utterly dismayed. The man grabbed at his face with his hands as if he were on his last legs. Unlikely. He was simply not used to anything not going his way for the past century of his life. Heironymus made it to the bottom of the stairs with Silvana in tow behind him. The Interrogator spoke. "We are needing to quarantine your estate until further notice my Lord." 

"What!?" 

"It will be under the care of the Governor and I'll make it my personal duty to see you get it back. But there is a taint of Chaos here that needs to be cleansed." The very mention of Chaos caused the Lord to blanch. "-and unless you are at ease among the dark powers, I suggest you go and stay with your cousins across the sector." 

The Lord seemed taken aback Heironymus knew of his relatives, but the upjumped inquisitor did his research thoroughly. "I'll give you an hour to pack your things, and then you must go, along with your house guard. I'll send an arbites to keep you updated routinely. Don't worry, my Lord. We'll solve this conundrum, and find your lad." 
[@Penny]