explicame esto que soy aficionado a warhammer 40k pero solo tengo 12 años y no me llega el cerebro pa tanto: "EPILOGUE 
The Tricorn, Scintilla: Calixis Sector 231.993.M41 
'YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN of this?' Inquisitor Grynner asked, looking at Pieter Quillem with his habitual expression of mild curiosity. 'Absolutely,' Quillem confirmed, sitting down on the opposite bench. The cloister his mentor had suggested they meet in was a quiet and secluded one. Nowhere in the headquarters of the Ordo Calixis was truly far from the ceaseless activity of the thousands of inquisitors, interrogators and acolytes charged with preserving this far-flung province of the Emperor's realm from the perils that constantly assailed it. There were, however, a number of nooks and half-forgotten crannies where a little peace could be found to discuss sensitive matters in as much privacy as anyone could hope to find here, and Inquisitor Grynner seemed to know them all. The bench the two men occupied ran around all three sides of an alcove between two of the buttresses supporting the high vaulted ceiling, and would be almost invisible to any casual strollers retreating here for a little peace and relaxation. ‘Your friend Finurbi seems to have vanished without trace.' 'How very like the man,' Grynner commented, with a quiet sigh of resignation. He removed his spectacles, breathed on the lenses, and polished them thoughtfully with the end of his neck cloth. 'Are there any indications of foul play?' 'Nothing overt,' Quillem said cautiously. 'He seems to have gone blue entirely of his own accord.' 'Hm.' Grynner replaced the spectacles, after examining them minutely for any lingering traces of dust. 'Did he see fit to inform the Ordo of why he's decided to invoke Special Circumstances?' Quillem shrugged. 'Well, he wouldn't, would he?' An inquisitor only invoked the right of Special Circumstances, effectively removing himself from the oversight, support and resources of his sector's Ordo, if he felt that his own colleagues couldn't be trusted, or that his activities might expose them to some unacceptable level of danger. The young interrogator found neither possibility particularly reassuring. 'No, I suppose not.' Grynner sighed again. 'It seems we must proceed without his aid after all.' 'Unless we can find him ourselves,' Quillem suggested. Grynner cocked his head slightly to the left, and looked searchingly at his assistant. 'Pieter,' he said carefully, 'have you been up to something I'd rather not be appraised of?' 'Of course not,' Quillem assured him, reaching inside his robe for a data-slate. 'I simply pointed out to the senior custodian that, prior to his departure from Sepheris Secundus, Inquisitor Finurbi sent us an astro-pathic message agreeing to meet us here. That must have meant that he was willing to share whatever information he had with us.' 'A reasonable inference,' Grynner agreed, with a slight tilt of the head. 'Unfortunately, whatever information he may have had disappeared along with him.' 'Not all of it,' Quillem demurred. He activated the screen of his data-slate. 'He left a cell of his Angelae network following up some leads on Sepheris Secundus, and their leader has been quite punctilious about filing reports on their progress.' He handed the slate to Grynner. 'I think you'll find they make interesting reading.' Grynner glanced at the screen, deactivated it, and stowed the slate in the pocket of his jacket. 'I'll peruse them at the first opportunity' He nodded approvingly at his apprentice. 'Well done, Pieter, commendably resourceful. Was there anything else?' Quillem nodded. 'According to their last report, they were about to take ship for Scintilla. If the warp currents were favourable, they might even have arrived in system by now.' 'I see.' Grynner looked thoughtful for a moment, allowing the young interrogator to see beyond his habitual veneer of vagueness to the razor-sharp mind it so effectively concealed. 'Then it's possible that Carolus might break cover to contact them.' He stood. 'Perhaps it would be prudent to keep an eye on these Angelae, Pieter. I take it I can trust you to make the arrangements?' Quillem rose too. 'They're already in hand,' he assured the inquisitor."