Its uninvited occupant slipped quietly into the deepest, darkest sanctum of the citadel where a library of books chronicled the proud but dark war waged by humanity against the eternal forces of chaos. One man, human, had use of it, but by no means was this the most impressive or secretive library he had visited.

“Emperor and Truth.”

“Solitaire…”

“Truth Seeker Czevak,” she said with some familiarity but her host did not seem to share the same level of intimacy.

“I recognize the iconography, and I think the troope, but…”