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===Culture===
Life in Calivere is even more reliant on an inner-outer lifestyle than in other hives on the capital world. While honor and respect play their part, the deepest-held motivation of the average Caliveran is faith, and the appearance of faith. While in public striving to present a stoic, almost monk-like countenance and attitude towards the vicissitudes of the universe, behind vac-sealed doors the people of Calivere are as human in their vices and follies as any other. 

The average hivedweller spends their entire working day behind masks. It would be impossible to move about the hive otherwise, shrouded as it is in the toxic by-products of vast manufactories and funeral crematoria; yet even Calivere's most reclusive nobles go about masked and shrouded, lest the light of the sun and the alien pollens of a million worlds wreak havoc on their spire-weakened immune systems. The least underhive dreg, should they wish to live even one minute longer, breathes air filtered through the boiled scraps of finer rags and shades their eyes with the warped cast-off of some midhive factorum, donated by Imperial charities. So engrained is the habit, so necessary to daily life is the wearing of masks, that even outside their home hive Caliverans are easily identified by their all-encompassing masks.

The necessity of living in such a confined and stifling environment at all waking hours has forced the evolution of a complex culture of mask etiquette and artistry, one little appreciated and considered entirely obtuse by outsiders. From spire noble to underhive ganger, every Caliveran can recognize a threat, a joke, a promised bribe in the form, colors, and material of any given mask. Discerning whether a given mask speaks true is an art many learn but few master. The only grace preventing complete and total chaos is the interlocking complexity of the various maskmaker guilds found at all levels of society and servicing all manner of needs. These literally incestuous networks of artisan-merchants adhere to strict rules of construction and service for fear of the ultimate of punishments: a public and fatal Unmasking, wherein the very skin of the offender is torn from their skull and displayed publicly over their former workshop. Dark legends say that this practice was brought to Calivere by followers of Saint Castor, nightmarish devotees of order, fear, and the darkness of the hive.

Only at home can Caliverans be free from the imprisonment of their masks, both literal and social. Even in the leakiest underhive shanty, the Caliveran you meet might be vastly different from the one you work with or the one you fight with, and personal intimacy is a prize of great significance to any Caliveran. A husband and wife or a master and trusted servant are bonds that Caliverans prize above all else, not only for the natural instinct for human contact but also for its reflection of the divine relationship between the God-Emperor and Mankind. Thus, to be an intimate to a Caliveran is a position of great responsibility and honor to any non-Caliveran. Inquisitorial acolytes would do well to remember this fact.