**You are aboard the flagship of the Inquisitor Greyfax, bound for a smith world. You have the privilege of being next to the Referee while she reads a book in her cabin.

The inquisitor sits behind her obsidian desk, concentrating on a worn leather-bound tome. The dim lights from her cast ominous shadows across her face, accentuating her angular features. She wears her battle armor, as she's always ready for action**. (You are his protégé and right hand you have several privileges)