"Hercule, Miselin, Baroness Andra Mac Kiv. Welcome. I understand you have something you very strongly wish to bring to my attention?" Inquisitor Anathell asked.
Despite the rehearsal the acolytes looked at each other before the noble amongst their number stepped forward.
"Inquisitor, as we have reported, on our missions we have discovered artifacts that we feel need to be brought to your attention," reaching into her pocket, involuntarily hunching as she expected plasma, gravitic or even more exotic energies to plunge into her at the movement, she withdrew the... idols and spread them across his desk.
They were all small, none larger than a finger, but clearly made. Though not by human hands, or by any hands deserving the name human. Varied in materials from gold to glass they uniformly depicted a large-eared, long-snouted humanoid that if you squinted and let your imagination run wild could be interpreted as a mouse.
Anathell, gaze locked with the noble, picked up one of the idols. When he broke the gaze to inspect what was between his fingers the Baroness felt an absurd relief. She was after all a member of the peerage and a mere civil-servant, even one of the Inquisition should not upset her so.
"Interesting. What we have here is a child's prank. I can understand your concern as it is a widespread phenomenon. Trust me, we are looking into it. No need to concern yourselves any further."
The noble heard the gasp and curse of the guardsman behind her. Not a true guardsman, his background was in the PDF of a planet so backwards that their rulers barely rated an Esquire. But a trusted companion despite his low birth, and not one prone to lose his composure.