The Eldar spoke no more. Instead she lead you into a maze of corridors, spanning below the palace hall you occupied for the last few hours. Soon you realized that, if not for her guidance, you would surely have became lost in the complex. And only one Emperor knows what you could have stumbled upon then. Traps? Sophia secrets? One thing is sure, you would not live to tell the tale to others.
However the Eldar servant (or slave) confidently guided you through the maze, to an empty small chamber.
Save for the small steel door, it was empty. Or so you thought, until you heard a cold rough voice behind you:
"You did well, Naya. You're free now."
The Eldar quickly turned and walked out the chamber.
As you looked towards the voice source, you saw a tall and scrawny men, with long grey hair and eyes of the same colour. He watched you with a mixture of pity and disdain.
"So you're the new meat that Sophia spoke about? Ah, don't answer, I know it already. She is in inside, and she does not like to wait..."
He pointed towards the door and grinned nastily.
Pistis Sophia's office was at the exact opposite of the hall - you can hardly recall visiting a place more ascetic in look and design. No furniture could be seen except for the low table, and the only source of light was a weak flickering lamp pack hanging from the celling.
You wouldn't expect an Inquisitor to work in such place. Nor would you expect an Inquisitor to look like that.
You imagined Pistis Sophia in a variety of ways. But none of you would ever have dreamt of her as slim short girl (no more than nineteen or twenty years old) with long golden hair covering her face. She looked more like a noble princess or, even if you would not dare to think of her as such, a courtesan from the spires of hive-city.
She did not greet you.
"Let's make things clear - you are not Acolytes yet, only mere initiates, maybe with some potential."
It was sufficient to hear her voice to make all your doubts about her profession fade away, for it was as cold as Fenrisian winter and utterly emotionless. Frightening.
"Maybe, if you prove your value, through faith and ruthless efficiency, I'll accept you as my servants. But I do not expect it. Anyway, I take it you know why you're here?"