“You met my predecessor at the Black Library. . . but he is no more and I am she who thirsts,” she said in a cold and distant voice. “I come on behalf of my people to ask a favor.”

This elicited a small chuckle from the Inquisitor. “You know well this is the chapter fortress of the Grey Knights. They are on high alert because of you, and they won’t rest for a week looking for you.”

“I will be a million parsecs from here by that time.”

“That is well. . .” Czevak continued, “I guess we should talk about why you are here. The Segmentum Solar is no place for the Eldar to roam so casually.”