You step foot in Caesar's tent as he called for you, supposedly it's 'urgent.' That can only mean two things.

You walk in, completely alone, as you're faced by Caesar himself, who has a look on his face you can't quite recognize, as he speaks with authority, "You're here," he says, his voice heavy with the weight of command. "Good."

He leans forward slightly, the shadow of the tent playing across his scarred face, making his expression difficult to read.