Caligula nods at the skeleton. As much as he would hate to work with the cowardly undead, it would be foolish not to at this time. The once great Conqueror strides towards the passageway, his beard and hair slightly dragging on the ground. He glances at the kobold and shaitain, watching them waste magic to disguise themselves. He steps in line with the kyton, knowing his sheer might will be useful in the front, but calls back to them. "Do you truly believe that guards of the most powerful beings in the universe would be foolish enough to fall for simple disguises? If they do, I'll gladly allow anyone of you to remove my head, assuming you have the strength to do so."