'Prethian?' Galen's fingers clasp his chin with interest. 'Isn't that an irradiated system somewhere out in the depths, towards the Heathen Stars? I think I've heard of it. From what I've heard, there's nothing there, not anything nearby. Interesting. I'm sure you have good reasons, of course, but I'd like to caution you that the closer you get to the Heathen Stars, the closer you will get to envious Rogue Traders seeking the fortunes of the civilisations hidden away there.Garrius Amphael wrote: "The ultimate goal lies towards the Warp Shoals, though the next stop is somewhere in the Prethian system. For reasons I'm sure you can appreciate, to say more would be inappropriate. Yourself? Any voyages planned for your near future?"
'As for my own destination . . . I am repairing to Winterscale's Realm myself. Simply seeing to some of my own interests there, ensuring things are running smoothly and so on'.
The young Rogue Trader pauses to think. Leaning forward, he lowers his voice and speaks again to Garrius. 'If you're going to the Heathen Stars themselves you'll find no limit to the missionaries who would be willing to pay small fortunes to be ferried there. There are a lot of human civilisations out that way from the time before the Imperium, and the Missionarius Galaxia send their preachers there in veritable floods. I'm sure you'd find some members of the Ecclesiarchy at this Ball who could be dealt with'.