Watching from the short distance away, Octavian couldn't make out a lot of what was said but still managed to follow the meaning fairly easily. While they had all been getting introduced, yet another came from the boiling cauldron of humanity to the meeting place, this time a priest came forward with all the wrath and fervor Octavian had come to expect from the Ministorum. As the priest reached the group, Octavian kneeled and said a quiet prayer as was the way he was taught on Ferrum. After rising back to his feet, he spoke to the Psyker without approaching.

[color=darkolivegreen]"I apologize for our unusual meeting, I don't fully understand what I'm capable of yet, Octavian is my name. I'm here for the same purpose as you."[/color]

Looking at the rest of the group as he spoke, he quickly realized that only perhaps three of the members had a chance in combat, and that included himself. With a slight internal chuckle he thought to himself "At least I don't have to do much of the thinking, I can focus on the rougher aspects". He shifted his pack around on his back in anticipation of moving on.

[color=Darkolivegreen]"Shall we continue on?"[/color]