You find him on his knees with a bowed head, praying to the God-Emperor. The candles on his pauldron iluminating the space around him, painting the smoke from the censers that have been delicately placed around his place of worship in a ghostly white. he is obviously deep in prayer, but his hearing is as sharp as ever, even in his age, so he slowly opens his eyes.

"what have you come for, sinner?"

He speaks, his voice holding the strength of multiple years spent in the Emperor's light, the conviction in it being able to be heard even from such a distance. He for now doesn't even turn his head, remaining in prayer it seems, even as he gives you his attention... for now. "have you come to pray to the beneficent Emperor? if you so did, let me lead you in prayer... it would not be proper to have you pray alone, when in company of one of his humble servants."