The raggedly dressed man stood silent for several long moments, mouth open wide and head slowly shaking. He raised his hands to rub his eyes, then slowly started to walk towards you all. Stopping in from of Gaius he raised a trembling hand, taking three attempts to extend it far enough to brush his fingertips against Gaius's armour. With a low moan, he then fell to his knees, trembling hands making the sign of the Aquila across his chest. "Oh great lords, great lords, you're real. I'm not dreaming, you're real. Praise the Emperor."<br/><br/>He bowed his head, either overcome by emotion or unwilling to look upon the Emperor's Angels of Death. "Command me lords, and I obey."