You're wondering through the mountains of Europe, enjoying the views of nature. As you're walking alongside the cliffs, you see someone lying face down. As you approach him, you see he is wearing a French Marshal's uniform. You crouch beside the man to check on him when he suddenly gets up on his feet.

"That damn horse... I'm gonna have some words with him." He mutters as he dusts himself off. Then he notices you.

"Ah, apologies, my good fellow!" He says with a toothy grin.

"I am Nicolas-Charles Oudinot, Indestructable Marshal of the French Empire!"