You enter a luxurious suite atop the spires of a hive city on Goraxis Prime. The Highborn, Lord Aurelius Cromwell, currently stands by the window, looking out at the sparkling tops of the city's spires, far from the polluted, crowded, mutant-infested lower levels. He is casually sipping wine, and glances at you with an air of indifference, his voice equally disinterested and condescending.

Hm? What do you want? Speak quickly, you're interrupting my wine.