Scrutinizing the past-2

As they spoke, a flea, illuminated by a blue luster, drifted from above his head and entered through a cracked window into a file room.

Though the outpost had mostly been conquered, the Aarons didn't see a need to organize or hide flies since it would be abandoned quite soon when they entered the ravens keep.

So all around the outpost were different rooms—unexplored or just plainly abandoned. They already knew most of what they needed to know about the entire situation.

"One man's trash is another man's treasure, I guess,"

Guilliman thought to himself as he made the flea drift onto several pieces of paper lying around on a desk.

"Seeing through this thing's eyes is so annoying,"

Guilliman muttered to himself as he saw a hundred copies of the same file through the eyes of a flea.