"Imperator," he fell to one knee and bowed his head deeply, looking to the floor in reverence, "forgive my misconduct, I just have many grievances with army." we tilted his head up so he could see the pompous general sneer at him from behind the king, "should the military swine not be bowing aslo-" he froze in shock, the accent Delta so tried to hide from nobility creaked out, 'aslo' the word echoed in his mind, "also." he amended himself. He rose from the floor and stood infront of his majesty. "My lord, I was to make a more- appropriate introduction of myself however the opportunity has passed. I, my lord, am Delta Tiberius Koronii, 12th Legate of the 12th mercenary legion, I am here on behalf of my brothers and sisters to send a message," with a swift movement and a flurry of glinting chainmale he knocked the general to the ground and produced a large sack from his bag, pouring the contence onto the floor, "1,874, pilgrimage necklaces, that is 1,874 men women and children laying on the floor infront of you." meny were chipped and meny scorched but all of them were bloodied. "And all by the hands of your, army." he slat the last word like bitter tree sap in his mouth.