A young man stepped forward, kneeling before his emperor. He wasn't musclebound, but he wa strong enough to hold his own against most enemy soldiers. His black hair was cut short, and he was a medium height, and his green eyes were directed downward out of respect.<br/><br/>The man's name was Decimus. He was a soldier known for his technical skill. He was here because of his brother, who had died in a battle several months ago; he had left behind an orphaned child. His sister was to take care of the young boy while Decimus went to secure his nephew's future, accumulating enough wealth to allow the two of them to live in comfort. Currently, he was unmarried, though he eventually planned to settle down. First, however, he had work to do.<br/><br/>"My lord..." he began confidently, "I have fought for you on several occasions and helped to turn the tide in many battles. I now request that you allow me to join the march to this new country, not only to gain wealth for myself, but for my brother's child."