Looking at one of the flayed prisoners, Sarah found an Aquila tattoo on the prisoner's lower back.  Looking a bit lower, to the inner thigh, she found a platoon and company marker.  With a few moments, Sarah located similar tattoos on nearly half the prisoners, as a flash of insight suddenly hit her.  All of the Imperial "guardsmen" traveling with "Sergeant" En had the same facial expressions, had been making the same movements.  Thinking more carefully, she realized that they had been repeating the same small talk and the same conversations over and over again, and she couldn't even remember what they were saying.  It was like they didn't really even exist, like they were nothing more than automata moving about a prescribed script.  Sergeant En looked over Sarah's shoulder, and realized what she had seen.<br/><br/>"NO!  That's impossible!"  He protested, suddenly grabbing one of the prisoners and examining the telltale tattoos that he himself had tried to conceal by flaying away the flesh that held them.  "It can't be... they were in robes, they had alchemical weapons, they... they...  they gave praise to my Dread Lord Tzeench."  Sergeant En screamed, while the false guardsmen kept on making false small talk, not even speaking in any coherent language, just mumbling blankly.  "You've got to believe me, I didn't know!  I DIDN'T KNOW!!!"  Sergeant En screamed, falling to his knees and bawling.<br/><br/>(Anyone who supported Sergeant En's plan and doesn't have the jaded talent needs to make a willpower test at +10 or gain an insanity point)