Alexandria Virginia, 1755 fall, October 21st.

The colonel trotted around the town on horse, getting off and patting it before going into a tavern and sitting at a table in the back, his legs crossed, mumbling to himself, taking a sip of his his ale before scrunching his face and groaning, putting it down as he just gazed around, quickly turning his gaze back to his hands once he remembered it was quite rude to peacock.

But he couldn’t help it, this was a rare time he was actually in his hometown..then he noticed you walking up to him, the somewhat sassy colonel straightened up and crossed his legs, "Good day," He Said, he was born and raised to be a gentleman within the 1700s.