gsteelwraith wrote:"Local constabulary," she says, "what do you mean?"
Leveticus will answer, "A group of them attempted to make us out to be Obscura smugglers, or have it seem such if certain renumerations were not provided. As it stands they now believe us to be members of Adeptus Arbites. A pilgrim's lot is fraught with perils enough without adding graft and blackmail to the obstacles."
The Brother-Initiate will respond soothingly, "I cast no aspertions upon the Saint and her sacrifice, far from it, indeed. All should venerate the Saints and their acts. I merely suggest there are corners where the roaches yet hide. It is to hold high another lantern which brings us here. After all, we, like you, are watchmen in the night."
She nods, rage burning in her eyes. "Our Enforcers are hopelessly in league with our world's baser elements and their own poverty leads them to many a sin. If it were in our mandate and power, I for one would have cracked down on them long ago. They chew the flesh but do not swallow.
"If you have their names and you want me to, I can have the Emperor's justice done to these betrayers of their uniform.
"But that might cause a stir."
She pauses a moment.
"Roaches are what the Holy Ordos are here to find, no? And squash?"
During this time, you have been driving along the road, passed by a very few civilian ground vehicles and a few trucks, one laden with bleating livestock. You have also remarked a couple of horse-drawn carriages by the side of the road keeping their distance from the vehicular traffic.
Buildings begin to spring up around you as you move into the city. Out here, they are mostly ramshackle huts made from wood and sheet metal lining the sides of the road. Flashes of lightning illuminate them periodically. People, in shabby clothing, mostly women and children, putter about them. It looks like most have gardens, where is which they are doing their puttering.
(Will roll for Jim's Inquiry check when you get to your destination.)