It's 1776 in New York City. You decide to go to the local saloon for a drink. Once you're in there, you sit at the bar in the front, you haven't gotten good sleep for a while, so you're a bit out of it. You order your drink and about five minutes later, a man walks over to you and smiles. "Do you mind if I sit here?" He asks. He has a thick French accent and a long blue coat, with long, curly black hair that's put back in a bun and some light facial hair.