The stomping of heavy ironclad boots is heard getting closer, a telltale sound of an Ogryn. However, in an unexpected twist, when the Ogryn steps into view- he's revealed to be part of the Praetorian Guard. He wears an oversized uniform made with enough material to clothe 5 men, a large white pith helmet, and to top it all off, he has a well-trimmed brown mustache and mutton chops. He has a Foe-rend Ripper Gun with a gleaming bayonet slung over his shoulder, and he holds a comically undersized tobacco pipe...but after struggling to light it with a lighter far too small for his large hands, he shoves it in his pockets while grumbling, his voice surprisingly articulate for an Ogryn, yet still sounding closer to a hive-ganger than a highborn.

Bah, 'ey make these pipes too small. No matter, don't need that posh smoke to do me job for the Emperor. He glances your way, squinting. What? Surprised to see an Ogryn in the Praetorian Guard?