By the Emperor, I had suspected this would happen. I knew as soon as I mentioned that heap of scrap, he would appear. I was so in the moment that I did not care, but damn I was frustrated. 

"Thank you for your invaluable service, Lazarus. I will go over these documents accordingly and see to it they get a proper eye." I said with a voice that had the edge of a blade. Lazarus gave a curt 'you're welcome' and showed no sign of understanding what he was interrupting. Twenty years of knowing him, and I could never tell when he knew the proper signs of higher forms of communication like sarcasm or jokes. Sometimes he did and other times he did not, seemingly at random. I had asked Inquisitor Kronus of it once, and he informed me it was a side-effect of being put back together. It had been a miracle he had survived the warboss's wrath at all, there were going to be a few kinks in the system. 

Taking up the papers, I gave it a cursory glance. The documents were made with a form of laminate, the font matched imperial patents of nobility, signed by planetary governor Adominus Phalkos and co-signed by Jacoby Bowlingcock. Even as irritated as I was, the name made me smirk. The levity was short lived, however. I still felt the flush on my cheeks. I pretended to be engrossed in the relatively simple documents so I needn't show my face. 

"Miss Von Morganstern," I called. She popped up and gave me a serene look, though from my glance I could tell she looked at me with a hidden interest. 

"Yes, Inquisitor?" 

"How soon would you be able to contact the Lord Ignatius and have the two of us invited to his Manor?" I asked with all the command I could muster.

"Immediately, sir." 

"Very good. Lazarus, patch the good Von Morganstern to the local Union Aristocracy network and see if we can hail his aide and set up a date. Preferably within a day or two. Add some legitimacy to the request, perhaps some field of study near his manor. Moldar is not unknown for its xenos ruins. I'll accompany as your companion and I shall bring a small retinue with us." 

"That works out, Hadrian." Lazarus declared, tapping his fingers with a machine's speed on the keyboard of the cogitator. "Ignatius's ancestral home is located upon one of the few mountains in Galinmarkke, overlooking much of the city and a fast country where old ruins are said to remain untouched. It lies sixty eight kilometers from our approximate location, due northeast." 

"Very good. With any luck, we'll find out what we need and join the council meeting a week hence. Lazarus, where is Bolskar?" 

"Asleep in his room." The skitarii said, binary feedback screeching from his mouthpiece. His secondary arms rummaged within his red robes and produced a small black box, sliding it out of his cloak into my waiting hands. Lazarus looked almost apart of the computation machine he worked upon, wires of unknown import snaking out of his back and being hooked into the cogitator, likely to speed up the process of his current objective. I wasn't very learned in the techno-arcane of the mechanicus, but Lazarus always did his job.