Matthias leans back in a plush chair when he finishes reading the note and pours out another glass of amasec.
"To you, Grand Dad." He says to the empty room before knocking the glass back. For a moment, the Rogue Trader allows the enormity of everything; his inheritance, the 'heretical' nature of the magnum opus of his family line's work, and a planet full of xenos.
Matthias lets out a deep breath before getting back up and reading some of what journels have survived the ravages of time until sleep takes him.