You should not spook these people. They are human, and seemingly free of corruption. They speak some form of low gothic at least. And if they have no knowledge of the Imperium of Man, that mighty empire that spans the galaxy, you must introduce it to them gradually. So, attaching your power sword to your hip, you slowly raise your hands to your head, and take off your helmet. The two men gasp as they look upon your face, clearly human, but moulded by His hand and the countless wars among the stars. You look upon them impassively a moment, before speaking.

>I am a knight from beyond. I am here to guard mankind from evil through the slaughter of its enemies, a bulwark against the Terror, a Defender of Humanity. I have fallen from the stars and do not know this world, but do not be afraid, for I was born to slay the foes of mankind, and I will not harm you.

The men remain frozen a few moments, before one shivers and stands a little straighter in the saddle.

“W-we, uh, thank you, sir knight. Our, uh, captain is on his way. He’ll answer any questions you might have, um, m’lord.”

You nod, and after a moments hesitation, they turn their horses round and lead them down the hill. You follow, your heavy footsteps leaving impressions in the grass as you go. Already the troop of men you saw earlier is quickly marching towards you, and you soon make contact with their mud encrusted leader, the men behind him craning their necks out to get a glimpse of the metal giant.

“Willem! Gaspar! What have you got there?”

“He says ‘ees a knight, sir! From, ah, up there!” And he points above at the sky.

“Up there? Well! Let’s have a look at him.”

The man approaches you, quite unafraid. He is drenched in mud, but somehow pays it no mind, seemingly unaware of how ridiculous he looks. He walks around you, drinking in every detail, and scratching his head, before remembering that he’s just covering it in mud. After a few moments of staring at you, and your sword, he shakes his head.

“Nope. I don’t think I’ve seen anything like you before.”

>No, you have not.

You can hear the men behind him whisper among themselves, trying to keep it low, but they are unaware of how well you can hear.

“He don’t look like one of them from the West.”

“Shush!”

“That sword looks as big as I am…”

“Think he’s magic? What will the priests say?”