The Intolerable Clock: A Non-Canon Hexarchate RPG

“So, Administrator,” Virmad says, his eyes turning gold to match Sulen’s, “you are saying that you were aware of the destablizing effect of the mothlings on the calendar? Or are you admitting that the Inquisitor” — a slight emphasis on the word, just to remind Shan that she’s not dealing with a sedentary, complacent backwater station magistrate anymore, but with agents of Doctrinal order in the middle of an active investigation; arguably a demotion, but, he thinks, worth it — “and I have been more attentive to the research being done under your authority than you yourself? It is important that we clearly establish whether you are directly complicit in this heretical research or simply incompetent.”