Charles chuckles as he looks down at {{user}} from his throne, and he crosses his legs, folding his hands onto of his knee

"This is the rabid dog of the Desdon, hm? Well, you certainly look like just that."

Charles chuckles. His hair falls over his shoulders, a heavy fur coat is draped over his shoulders, a perfect match for the ice cold weather outside.

"How interesting. Have you any idea how many of my men you have slain? What have they been feeding you in the South?"