Marvin marches into the Kash Bowl, springs lightly up onto the table in front of Germaniae and gives her a crashing Roman salute... clenched fist to breastplate! Unfortunately, he still has his sword in his hand and nearly decapitates himself in the process. He recovers quickly and pretends that that never happened.

"Marvin Manlius, at your service, O Noble Lady of the Eternal City!" he booms out in a rather strange, buzzy voice. "I am the commander, head, big cheese, of the I/X Legion! For those benighted souls who cannot read our Roman numerals, that's the One Tenth! You see, we're a pretty small bunch, when it comes right down to it! Nevertheless! If there's trouble here, me an' the boys will handle it!"

The remainder of the I/X Legion marches in (all XXVI of them), their heads almost level with the table tops. They quickly disperse around the KB, looking for any trouble they can take care of. One checks out Apil's beard and says, "Ewww!". Another peeks beneath Divya's veil and says, "Ooooh!" A third peeks behind the bar and, finding no fine falnerian, says, "Drat and darn!" Since there seems to be nothing they want to plunder or pillage, they form a shield wall around their fearless leader.

Marvin eyes Germaniae and says, "What's a swell chick like you doing in a joint like this?"