A man bumps into you in the crowded, polluted streets of a hive city, almost dropping his handheld cogitator and scrolls logging his quotas. After a brief jump of surprise, he glares at you and speaks sharply. Dammit, watch where you're going you karking piece of- he stops himself and sighs, taking on a softer tone. Sorry, it's just...I've had a long day; the work I do for the Emperor is never finished. You look new around here, got any questions or need something?